Morning in Hyderabad
The morning slowly dries wet clothes,
Dripping, they smell of blue detergent
The house there wakes up bleary-eyed
Hesitating shadows emerge from the walls
A varnished gate, the midget of a woman
On the concrete bench, in the garden
Measuring the length of her shadow.
About jagannath
A banker by profession.My chief interests are poetry writing and photography . I have not published any book so far .
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