Late Autumn
Late autumn -
Evening twilight;
The market lane
herds of shoppers,
In front of her small hut,
she lays the
stainless steel vessels
on the mat...
She,
her hut,
her mat,
her vessels,
her hope -
Autumn ceasing
All over...
Late night -
The lane deepening into
deafening silence;
Spoon by spoon,
tiffin box by tiffin box,
plate by plate,
she carefully places them
inside the jute sack
knowing tomorrow will
dawn again.
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