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Pravat Kumar Padhy

Wheelchair

It is mid-autumn. My three-year-old granddaughter rides on her new tricycle. Suddenly she twists around and waves to an old lady in a wheelchair fondly calling her Nani. The woman reciprocates with a flying smile.
 
I glance for a moment and murmur to myself as the gentle evening breeze sways in the garden. 

thoughts 
cycling through the journey
this early evening
twinkling stars
and the rising full moon

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About the Author

Pravat Kumar Padhy’s poetry has been featured in many journals and anthologies. His seventh collection of verse, The Speaking Stone, will be released this year.