An Hour at Mall

it smell coffee, 

it smell fries…

the chore, the sound from gaming zone…

the lovers at side table teasing each other

the girl pinching his cheek

the boy twitching her nose.

a group of college boys full of energy

hasn’t order anything yet

they may not I think.

the sweeper swept off the crumbs

from nearby table.

a pair of pretty girls in shorts & tops,

a couple holding hands of each other,

Aquaman getting thrashed by Batman–

at muted play-off Injustice 2…

the city grey sky with pregnant clouds–

at the big mall glass…vapored hazied…

and here come my sister–

keeping me ‘wait’ for an hour...

–xx–



15 responses to “An Hour at Mall”

  1. Sometimes I feel we are blessed as writers and poets atleast we have an escape…

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  2. Wah!! What an observation πŸ‘Œ

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Kya kare…dkhte dkhte likh gaya…bore hone se bachne k lie…

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      1. Sometimes I feel we are blessed as writers and poets at least we have an escape

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