Poem:
I walk streets of Bhopal, a child
Smiles at me, right at me and waves.
So innocent and orange, wild
Colors of spring sunset, pile
up in crazy patterns and waves.
I walk streets of Bhopal, a child.
An electric scooty passes me, very quiet-
-ly the Moon greets the Sun, she waves
So innocent and orange, wild.
Dad holding his twin daughters in each hand, mild-
-ly irritated, in their loving weight, he waves.
I walk streets of Bhopal, a child.
By the Royal Enfield Showroom, I
See hairy dogs in sweaters, joyous waves,
So innocent and orange, wild.
A man on the horse, smiles
As he passes a red city bus and waves.
I walk streets of Bhopal, a child
So innocent and orange, wild.
Source:
M. Jay Dixit
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Btw, I’ve written on more Villanelle in the series this week, and plan to write them every week. 😊
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Oh, I misspelt *one in my previous comment. Yeah, I’ve written just two until now, in this series. Thanks for reading both, dear friend. ❤️