My Lunchbox : A Poem At 6 in the morning, smoke rises up above the roofs of Indian homes. Symbolising the dove, the grey one that roams. The hustle and bustle of the morning tomb lets me follow the aroma of food, blindfolded. ~caption~ My Lunchbox : A Poem At 6 in the morning, smoke rises up, above the roofs of Indian homes. Symbolising the dove, the grey one that roams.
