poem | neighbor

Rikav Chauhan
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

A beacon of love

right next door,

Weekends in august — hail mary’s galore;

A bear hug here and then a reminder of what is

Finite life and how beautiful it is.

Laughs shared with compassion in the eyes;

Tireless snow moving

through the cold winter nights.

A deep gratitude for the neighbor

that makes us stay.

A serendipitous arrangement of families

around the block

Saying love you to a man of divinity —

Blessings risings.

Rikav Chauhan

Bad poetry and self deprecating humor

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