
Outer Limits
When the city's
outer limits
appear
through the windows
of my car,
the reflections from God
get brighter
and lucid
each day.
The peculiar industries
of rain-clouds
turned to sunny forecasters,
shrapnels of gusty winds
the next day
and the dear delights
of the canal-
the countryside's
midriff-
it is the birth
of the world
in motion.
Let me just say
that if there's
history running through
these veins,
I'll be your
chronicler.
Author: Prithvijeet Sinha
Photo Credit: Hardik Joshi on Unsplash
1 Comments
Thank you for publishing this poem. It is close to my heart.
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