The Wanderers Poem by Srutimala Duara
The Wanderers
The night sky a deep grey
In that grey the deer wanders
away from the moon
The tulsi tree grows
branching out
attracting the light-footed one
Somewhere down in a village
she waits
for the footsteps of her son that
wandered into the dark jungles
Together they will return
guided by the glow of
a mother's earthen lamp
and
the branching tulsi's
fluttering call
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