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written by: Sunil Sharma



An old model
parked in a corner lot
of a high-rise casting
a gloom over the automobile
past its prime

the windshield
covered with grime
of the passage of time
rusted exterior
red raw

a mushroom
large headed
swaying under the
chassis, fourth tyre
deflated, pathetic

a skull
a flower
a name
out of the layers
of cruel dust piled up

the neat strokes
the work of an expert
an angst-riddled graffiti artist.

This dust-covered sedan
is like that old man left at
the cross-roads by his sons
years ago but the poor parent
still crying and waiting near the junction
for a glimpse of his sons.

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