Outer Limits



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
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  1. Thank you for publishing this poem. It is close to my heart.

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