Overcast grey skies,
peacocks cavorting blithely.
Distant from Thyself,
soaked in nectar of Thy name,
my heart sings Thy sweet glories.
Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Tyre-Deep
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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