Bundles of amorphous darkness
Zigzag menacingly
Through the crimson sky
Before clutching at branches
With certainty of the night;
Little omens clinging precariously
To the tolerance of an ancient tree
Mock the ill disguised infertility of the rituals
On the ceiling...
And wait…
Day of colour, Bokultol, Guwahati
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