Behind the moving blue panes
 a shadow of pale red rose sits on her tresses
complementing the greens at her balcony
and specks of it on her saree
while her eyes see the early morning sun,
 dazzled in the universal embrace
the pale red rose watches the silent clothes
slenderly hanging on the side wire of an adjacent home
a hot tea pot simmering on the stove at her home
glimpse of her child babbling in her crib
the fishes swimming in her coveted tank
the hands of the clock taking tiny steps
vacant couch with printed cushions light up the living area
the pale red rose lays duct ……

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