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URBAN SPACE

Oct 11, 2022
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By TANAYA MANCHEKAR


A breezy place,

A classical space in the cityscape.

Within the trees it is embraced,

Yet interrupted by the construction pace.




I was sitting on the solid concrete,

And legs resting on the bristly grass

With my hand skimming the rough bricks,

Yet so relaxed.


This arena which sits beside the school

Portrays itself in my book

Sees a kiddie frisking around

Running singing and playing in the ground.


By TANAYA MANCHEKAR




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