Genre: Life, Sadness, Family
Forgotten
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,
forgotten.
© Priya Prithviraj. All rights reserved.
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