Documentation of the day of a student in India

Passing Red Fort

As the sun sets on
the (new built over
and over the old) city

the crags of the fort

rise to the clouds,
missing a few teeth

: there hangs in the air

the moment when
a brick

fell

from its ranks

to
the street

or maybe 

half a
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like a chunk of sky

and before the dust settles

with it   on the road
of a city
that has  already passed it
by

(while) 

it stands, tall

(There's a ghost in the basement you can only see

if you aren't looking for it) 

  Some attempts at self portraiture.