Saturday 10 August 2013

Poetry 2013 Shortlist, Romila Chitturi

For Another Time

For another time
Again the raindrops screech,
With sound of distant prayer calls
A numbness sets in
Pink, purple, point
Quietly gets into a hazy spin
Turning colourless.
With the smell of coffee, blueberries and chips
My emotion relieves,
Rage fades into melody
With sight of umbrellas afloat,
Cement sets down
In pasty blocks beneath the sun.
This wears off my deadness
And cars are loud and maddening again
Making me rush off my dream.

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