Devanshi Khetarpal - An Hour And A Half

Stuffed in
A corner
Of my
Shoe.

Lost among
Little hints
Of broken
Stars.

Cinching the
Base of
A broken
Demitasse.

Being smeared
And doomed
Under my
Footprints.

Jitterbugging with
The whirl
Of my
Skirt.

Being lost
And found
Among crimson
Pages.

Being etiolated
With the
Falling dew
Drops.

Entangled in
An imbroglio
Of blonde
Hair.

Clashing with
The wind,
Being blown
Away.

Visit from
The stork
In some
Boondocks.

That's an
Hour and
A half
Gone.

He is
Nowhere to
Be found.
Maybe.

Devanshi Khetarpal

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