Only a pair of parakeets
Know how to love in my city
My city, of a million hearts
Pumping blood at high pressure
Charred lungs, Slick tongues
Only a pair, entangled, still, share
Breaths full of sanctity
In my city.
My city, with lovers as fast as its food
Exchanging preservative laced kisses
Insta reels, daddy’s hot wheels
Only a pair of parakeets
Are at a standstill
slowly rotting In my city.
Etti Kotnala is an Occupational Therapist, currently working at a child and adolescent mental health clinic in New Delhi, India. She is passionate about writing for children but once in a while the frustrated adult in her catches up to her. Her work has previously appeared in Gulmohur Quarterly and sharing stories.
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