Mid afternoon
In the dead streets
As if someone wandering alone
A thought drifting away from the eye
A dry leaf will be floating in
the air
Dry leaves in the evening
Rays of twilight torch
Like lake’s bund
Unspoken reminiscences sight
Night
Dry leaves forest
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Ritually she sweeps the dry leaves
Pitched in the courtyard
At dawn and dusk
But the dry leaves litter continue to descend
Like members who have left home in pout
Incapable to leave
And will be wandering around
there
Like early sun rays
They will be falling in the courtyard again and again
Dry leaves courtyard
Melodies of earth anklets.
(18-1-2020)
(original in Telugu-2015, to the
champak tree at the entrance of
our abode)
