Road

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 Foggy noons are good,

 It conceals the smell of muck sweats,

 The sameness of bland gives an aura,

 The moon squeezed till last of drops,

 An unhindered walk is not an option,

 So we carefully tread, not to stir graveyards or ditches,

 So who will slip? Just absent-mindedness.

  • Abhinita Mohanty is from Odisha, India. She is pursuing a PhD in the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences, IIT Madras. Her work has been published in a few online blogs, newspaper, magazines, etc. When she writes, she tries to capture small, insignificant moments which stirs the emotion.

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