Dawn cracked and morning fluttered out
spreading its grey-blue wings.
The boy who lay on the footpath
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Through the window
I looked at the rectangular world
The tree stood, making the grey skies a dappled green
A little yellow bird sat restlessly on a sloping branch
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Documentation
Red lips lined eyes
Cracked soles along narrow paths
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the jingle of bangles on a bride's hand
the hopes she brings knotted in her
brocade anchal
the creaking of the beds, the moans and groans
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The night sky a deep grey
In that grey the deer wanders
away from the moon
The tulsi tree grows
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