Ultra Protagonist's World

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Unearthing Life 16

A pigeon that was sitting on a horizontal bar,

about a yard or so below the asbestos roof,

suddenly flew over the head .

The wind that came down from

the flapping wings

hit my neck to affirm the rigour

that an avian flight goes through

when the mercury soars high !

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About Anand Sehgal

A graduate researcher, A writer, A poet, A singer, A composer,An actor..............An artist by heart

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This entry was posted on March 28, 2018 by in Contemporary, Prose, Prose Poem and tagged , , .
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