Prose Poetics-2

Imagine a blossom
In breeze fresh
Slithering in joy..
Such I feel
When no smokers
Or beggars I find
Along the streets I go
But
A hanging shoppy newspaper
Reads about political
Scandals and scams
Fresh and firing
Blossom atonce dead

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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