Sweeping the same old block by Vandana Kumar
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| Image | Bayram Yalcin |
The sun rises
Someone is at his job
Sturdy hands with a giant broom
Trying to sweep the streets
The grime of the night before
Strewn everywhere
All those things that played on your abyss
As the city’s conscience keepers slept
Bats from inside the faux chimneys
Cats so black
If it weren’t for the colour of their eyes
You would step on them
Mistaking them
For the very darkness
On which your insomnia treads
The sun burns the earth
The cracks on the third world roads
Were designed for rains
That weren’t fulfilled
The heat and the dust remain the same
Close your eyes
And tell
Light and dark apart
Those with vision
Fall for this grand illusion
Of Day
© Vandana Kumar
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| Vandana Kumar |
Vandana Kumar is a French teacher and multiple award-winning poet from New Delhi, India. Her poems have been published in national and international websites and anthologies of repute. She is a Pushcart prize nominee 2023 and her poetry collection ‘Mannequin of Our Times’ has also won several awards.
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