Lake Trail

by Neelam Dadhwal
(Chandigarh, India)


From my thoughts snugged
in the soft cushions of my velvet sofa
the thin mist of February
lingering through the coffee,
a sip of it thrown on the sky
in a call of the geese
the long trail of the Sukhna
becomes short,
the clear edge like an unnerving
paper boat floats on
the clear clouds leaving
few drops on my cheek,
I whisper back
my hello.

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