The leaf falls,
one after another
yellow, brown,
life choked from the ribs.
The healthier ones watch,
know that it will be their time soon.

That is what I told
when she went.
The boat pulled away,
water lapped lazily
as if
the journey was commonplace.

The sky was low
brooding with moisture
from the heat of summer months.
Earth slept,
petals closed
holding away promises.

She left the bottle unfilled,
traces of her finger on the table.
Even as the koel sang,
milk boiled over
door shut over a space
I could not step into.

Poem A Day


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