...coming under the front wheel
one behind the other
and the other in front of it
slowly merging
into one gapless white line
or maybe grey,
trees coming as close
to form a hedge,
tears not staying too long onto cheek
flying or drying, I don’t know,
collar corners fluttering
beating on neck
turning the skin red on spot,
engine going silent
maybe wind filling the ears
blocking the motor noise,
oh! I reached here so soon,
the line broke as I slowed down
perforations re-appear
white thread got stitched
into black cloth, again
no wonder
I was speeding
-gaurav
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