Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Rattle In Boulevard

rattle in the  boulevard

trees quake

the earthquake is around

the corner

Tell him he won't wear

pants for long

rattle in the boulevard

skeletons will do a catwalk

rattle unceasing, whispering

mortal claims

rattle in the boulevard

spirits vanish like ether

we don't know which

way either

only rattle in the boulevard.