Topic: An Indian Village Road
The dust
In dusty drawn windswept
bullock cart roads
and ripe yellow mustard pastures
clinging to slender pathways
tread bold exuberant
rustic giggles.
And I sweep them in an embrace
with every swish of their skirt
and every awkwardness of their run.
Ajai
Sometime in 1974
Posted by psychiatrist400080
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