river birch

in the midst of
piled dishes
unfolded sarees
books on clod wooden floor
the river birch finds me ...


i pause
and i stop like a stray finds the shade ...




i let the birch gaze inward
i take her sun
i touch her rain

i find my way right out of her silver body
trapped in time
in love and
in treason

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