Want to write something, anything. So just scribbled down few lines. Let me know your view.
Silence of the Sunday morning,
Clinging of utensils from the kitchen,
Pressure cooker whistle from the neighbor.
In this Sunday morning, silence getting shades…
Don’t spoil it. Let me look at you Ms. Neighbor.
The silence between us let it get one more shade
As you perform your morning call to your love.
Let that strand be there on your brow curtaining your eyes
And let that bun be untie; keeping loose the hair and letting them fly.
Don’t spoil it. Let me look at you my Ms. Neighbor.