a poem a day by A.J.Rao



Better pitch your current self high
Wishing you were actually halfway,
Halfway across a street to horizon.

Carried away by sounds of words,
You find grandiloquence thawing
The frozen waste of numb winter.

You open window to a dog’s bark
A lower English a midnight curve.
Window is halfway to fulfillment.

Feel grandiloquence in the bones
While winter in them is yet raging,
Before they are dumb by a night.


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