evening walk

Photo by Serhat Beyazkaya on Unsplash

i walk
past the truck
delivering vegetables
an analogue play
that still holds on
they are just about
done for the day

a bike roars past
someone waits
impatient as hunger builds
an algorithm at work
on the streets of Mumbai
the biker’s day
has just started

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Maruti Naik
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write