Photo by Swati Shobha Eye |
On Winter Morning, hands inside gloves,
and eye gazing from woolen threads.
The sunlight whispers to the grains of dust,
asks to wake up to sky,
and let the pavement clean.
As more dust will come,
from the shoes of those,
passing again.
Ultimately,
the grain of dust rises
and kisses the sunlight.
- SSS
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