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Poetry

Friends Garden

Rujuta

The grass blades
In your bungalow
Seem happy

Dancing on the air
While you water the plants
As if, trying to forget
Some sorrow
My silent footsteps
Still follow
In the wet mud

I Wonder
Whether
Today, I could know you better

I've known you forever
And yet not enough
For you know the names
Of flowers
Better than the names of
Some friends of yours
From where I stand
I can see our feet
Your frayed jeans
Remind me of how
Time stole
Our happier selves

At least the red flowers
Looking up at us
Are the same as yesterday
Chrysanthemum?
I ask
You shake your head and laugh
The sun of our childhood hasn't set
It explodes

In this garden of yours.

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