Saturday 8 August 2020

One Normal Sunday : A Poem

crushed ginger
lime & tulsi
aromas linger
from our tea

of juices, I smell
of chopped veggie
of spices, ground well
of my cooking spree

scented hairoil stains
a long strand free
on your chest, remains
as i brew coffee

complete crumple
of cotton sari
i crouch, comf'table
in my old nightie

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