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FOREST WIND
A stray wind blows
shaking loose
dry and shrunken
leaves.
Clinging to the
mother bough
of wizened
trees.
Swirling from
sheltered heights that
once watched,
over their infancy,
now dry and
scorched.
The leaves fall
one by one to the
ground below,
with sighs and whimpers
she lets
her children go.
He blows between
the branches
fluttering,
not screaming but
building up from quiet
uttering.
Rustling softly
in the hollows
And stones,
twisting the old limbs
and rattling
their bones.
Of the dead
and dying
the ones remaining
and the ones
trying,
the forest, she implores
in creaking moans and bends
her back
crying.
He is relentless, the wind
not caring that
the leaves,
that fall do so after clinging
tenaciously despite his mighty
heaves.
To their precious hold
not wanting
to detach,
seeing that in their grasp
they to
their life giver
latch.
Senseless he whips
Not whispering
any more,
howls and screeches
at the clinging hands
which adore.
Finally they drop
staring mutely
at the agitation
above,
by their silent acceptance
returning to her,
her enormous
love.
~Sujata~
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