An evening
Awaits
gingerly,
Like an old
mother
Cooped up in
a cluttered
Corner of a
1 BHK flat,
Eager and
expecting ---
For a
fleeting glance
To confirm
Their short
Gloomy existence
In a crowded
Mad South
Asian city
Chasing
wealth, power and glam,
Equally
transient like seasons,
Days
And nights.
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