Forgotten, Poetry by Priya Prithviraj

Genre: Life, Sadness, Family

by Priya Prithviraj

There’s a scented silence here,
that’s broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock,
and the sound of rain.

As I sit by the window,
watching drops of rain chase each other
down the windowpane,

a cup of warm tea sits on the table,

© Priya Prithviraj. All rights reserved.

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