streets paved with gold

Maruti Naik
Mar 5, 2024

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Photo by Jake Nackos on Unsplash

streets littered
with
a verse unfinished
a song unsung
a note out of place
a homeless joke
countless cigarrette butts
most drawn right to their filters
some abandoned midway
awaiting salvation

the moon hurries past
impatient
praying for the night to end

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Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write