Potholes, plot holes–
muddled, indiscernible–
tiny twigs and papery leaves–
like dreams–
crushed–
under my feet.
Shits, many kind:
dog, cow and low-
lives blemished–
by the brown bliss.
Street vendors, paragons–
of our democracy and–
pernicious polices–
patrolling.
A dirty piece of paper–
empty–
this one.
Shantanu Singh works as a Copywriter at Full Circus in New Delhi.
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