storm has raged its ectasy.
morning is gray & cloudy.
newspaper man carrying
yesterday disguised as today;
sleepy kids on mother’s lap,
s’times father, going to school–
tomorrow disguised as today.
symphony of morning playing
bull & bear on day first hour graph
x is vehicles y is quietitude.
my mother’s cell phone radio
set to 98.3 playing songs,
chartbusters & new,
Hindi & Bengali,
as I bite on the dipped biscuit &–
sip on the tea–medium warm…
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