Same window

Poetry

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the glass and the night

seem to be the same

piercing through the heart

of many new jungles

stopping by at many

unmoving towns with their

midnight sellers

and travelers

and travelers

in between their violet sleep

and mountain dreams

open eyed as always

behind the windows

of a moving caravan

wondering what would they

be leaving behind soon

—

Vaishali Paliwal