Poems and Poetry

Present Tense | A Poem by Aroop Mitra

It rains all night
sleep steals away
I listen to shadows

Dawn emerges
exultant
as chansons of birds

Houses emerge
mists thin in
slow motion:

cries of kids at play
fig peddlers
raucous ravens:

I am writing now



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