a blushful pride — the grey cloak lifting
gently, sweet dreams rising, treated with
sulfur and carbon all night long — PM 2.5
as the air emanates a deathly spell, ghostly-
white with specks of pink-red phlegm on
a boastful sky —
take a whiff of cold and dust, rubbing
irritable, sleep-deprived eyes, and find
the wind-passage to comforts of urban
pleasures and umbral treasures —
waiting, waiting for it to become a time-
turned reality — the morning of this hour,
the cajoling fear of the march —
a numb reckoning for another one to pass,
a chimney-reserved sigh to veil the dark.
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© Anmol Arora
For Midweek Motif at PU
Image source (A cyclist rides along a street as smog envelops a monument — NDTV)
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