DELHI, 2008
A haze all around
The sun, a prisoner in the vault of Space
Mist on the trees
And the grey leaves of winter
All around.
Biting cold,
The dew perturbed
By passing feet
On the remaining spots of grass
In a grey, decaying field.
Bright lights
From vehicles passing by;
The arc of light cutting a torch
Through the fog
And lighting up the eerie air.
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