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!
Good lines....
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