Blankets hold stories in them While the world is fast asleep, I cuddle the memories tight; as peace and privacy bloom I reflect on things and try to sketch the moments anew. folding them the next morning, I felt lighter and perhaps their pounds fell off only to free some space for next night
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A hospital corridor moment.
Poetry Note: A reflection on a moment observed in a hospital corridor. Blue crowds the room,a restless buzz of voices,and the rich aroma escapesevery time the door swings open. It wasn’t a lounge space, not really,the door reads “Meeting Room”it was all steam, clinking dishes,busy conversations over nothing serious. and the lady with the mopdraws…
Saranya Varthini 