I walked, walked and walked
A street of love this dusk
Mosquito-infested
Smelling Indian incense
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I STILL REMEMBER MEETING ON THE STREETS OF COIMBATORE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ME FRIEND PERHAPS OWING TO MALARIA INSECTS MOSQUITOES GALORE LOVELY POETRY URS
A real picture of the Indian streets. Mosquitoes, mangy dogs, betel juice, uncleaned drains and what not. Very well crafted poem. Loved it.10+++
Dear Poet, can provide a good picture through poetic expression. An artist can drawn a picture, a creative mind an see the image as the same is explained in simple and brief way with a poetic expression. Thanks for sharing.
Until all learn to keep their surrounding as home they live, it is difficult. Thank you poet.