Birds hop and twitter
on fragile branches
the way they did years ago,
through branches
soft winds rush....
rustling leaves
wide-eyed squirrels
come and glance about
wondering and frisking about
while bright-winged butterflies
romp airily
in thick blossom-laden
gardens....
Nothing is changed.
Only you and me
feel the burden of time
on our backs
and cannot frisk and romp
carelessly
as we did years ago in the endless sunshine
that we cannot recall now.
Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
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