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Tree

A Poem by:

Ananya S. Guha

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Now I am alone

alone as the tree

with its drooping

dismembered self

planted for nocturnal years

near the window of

a peregrinating house

the tree is taciturn

knows the sun, the hills

the moon and speckled stars

The tree stands anonymously

refusing to mingle with habitat

even when the stormy sky

threatens to shake ramparts

in the whirlwind;

Views landscape

with its gnarled

spreading branches like tentacles,

melting into fistful of waif like tears

We are alone the two of us

Waiting patiently for the hawk.

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