dusk at Western Ghats
the day begins for some
ends for some
dusk at Western Ghats
the shrills, trills,
squeals, and squawks
dusk at Western Ghats
a meditative sky and forest
of all the chakras
dawn at Western Ghats
a pulsating forest of chirps,
shrills, and trills
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