I left home to meet a poet
Downstairs an old woman smiled and greeted
Blooming flowers waved to me
And in the street
Sun walking with school going kids
Though, kids were ahead of sun
A sweet sparrow was
About to leave for day’s work
My heart pound little bit
A lock with lip-lock was hanging at poet’s home
I came back home with handful of poems
Aashish Ameya
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