Thousand hollow words,
And oddly connected dots.
One warm wide embrace.
And oddly connected dots.
One warm wide embrace.
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
oddly connected dots. Love that line
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jasbir
DeleteBeautiful! I'm bad at haikus...
ReplyDeleteI am just trying my hand at haikus. They are an interesting form.
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