by Priya Prithviraj
There's a scented silence here,
that's broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock,
and the sound of rain.
As I sit by the window,
watching drops of rain chase each other
down the windowpane,
a cup of warm tea sits on the table,
forgotten.
From:
New Plains Review, Spring 2015.
Copyright ©:
Priya Prithviraj
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Priya Prithiviraj is a poet, writer, and the author of "Purple Kisses" (The Linnet's Wings Press, 2017). Her work has appeared in the New Plains Review, Tower Journal, Torrid Literature Journal, and Eastlit among others.
