Small notes at 6am,
In the grey air
Translucent
I am only parts of you
I show up when you need me
I am gone when
The fire is cold
Into ashes
I am grass now
I am feathers
I am the pure haze of pollution
Fogging your thoughts about work
About your dinner plans
Ruffling your broken dreams
I am your mother tongue
I loved you before you knew yourself
I will pass by later,
While you are resting
While galaxies collapse and expand under your eyelids
While toads pant beside detention ponds
While dozers chew slowly through their fuel and
Waste creeps upon them,
Taking its due
I am a barren roadside
Blooming under tomorrow’s monsoon.
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