“Forgotten” a Blank Verse



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,


Written by

11265454_452079748286845_493100232050758188_nPriya Prithviraj writes poems which appear in the New Plains Review, The Tower Journal and in the forthcoming issue of The Linnet’s Wings. A major in English Literature at The English and Foreign Languages University in Hyderabad, she is a curriculum developer and has worked with Voice For Girls. She blogs at https:/priyaprithviraj.wordpress.com/

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