When an ace spikes the ball and knows he has won,
When the gulaal finally leaves your tattered Holi shirt,
When a writer knows the perfect words,
When a veteran surgeon makes a routine incision,
When a baker powers through with a tried-and-tested improvisation,
When you wake from a deep slumber at the exact moment the alarm goes off,
When you sense, more than smell, the peti with the ripened aam,
When a parent announces complete trust and realises they mean it
When you return, tired, to your apartment,
rent paid in time, clean and giving a homely vibe, you know:
"Not even the Germans could ruin the sea."
The above poem is for the NaPoWriMo2021. Day 6 Prompt: A short line from your favourite book. Line taken from The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society.
This is so beautiful!
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