And I say, and you say
Let’s fill it up! fill it up, this
Endless white
Expanse between us
The chasm of sadness. Life threw a curious one:
Dark gray Manhattan alleys
Scattered shades of
Quiet June trees
Caught in the undertow, a
Deep yearning
Unravels.
Unrepentance can be a stark
Yellow cab
Abandoned for the night
Sunburnt city, the Gotham
Of our times.
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Anant Dhavale