Randomness

I sat under the banyan-

On this cement circle around the tree

Watching the drizzling rain…

I looked at the red beads in my palm

They glittered, shining with the memories

The sour-sweet memories of childhood,

Like the mulberries red yet to be grape black!

I cling onto those memories;

To free me from the fear of disownment

Ringing deep within…

Knowing that no one is mine

Or ever was, still the want of belonging

Somehow feels unburdening-

Though I know it's all just the mind…

And darkness fell,

Rain still drizzled, resonating my thoughts,

I wanted to drench- but stayed under

The pseudo-shade of banyan!

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