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How easily you moved away!
Yet you see
How deep is your root,
Spreading across your memories
Along the ever-expanding arms
Of a banyan tree
With grizzled yellow flowers
And emptiness in palm
The bird in trunk’s cavity
Howls through the nights.
Growing resonance of its torment
Tumbles inkpot in the sky.
Though the Sun wouldn’t rise
I go on searching for your footsteps.
How exhilarating Mareech’s fragrance
That I forget, what awaits at the end!
I remain asleep!
Night meddles in the dry straws
For a wistful bird
Just to weave a yellow poetry |
