This is my first attempt at Erasure poetry, a very different and a unique form, the meaning of which can be found at THIS page.
This piece is for the prompt at DVerse Poets. It is an erasure of another article of mine which can be found here It was not an easy task, that too erasing my own article. But something sensible came out of it which you are going to read below.
Sighing, I got walking about in the road,
shopkeepers wink, always pointing out.
Wow, what an evening!
My blood surging with the winds of the sky.
The sights of a busy evening, honking traffic,
I found myself absorbed
in my own thoughts.
I blinked, looked around and smiled.
Someone was waiting home for my arrival.