April 3, 2024

A neem tree grows outside the french windows

In my bedroom.

Casting its shade and bitter fragrance

On to my desk

My books

My belongings

And me.


In the scorching summer heat

I wilt a little with the tree

When the leaves wither

And the mournful cawing of the crows

Swirls melancholy over the parched earth.


Then the tree comes back to life

The bitter green washing through me again

To renew, restore, rejuvenate  

The neem tree a bright flame of green

Fragrance of life outside my window.


(NaPoWriMo 2024)

Madhya Pradesh Tribal Museum, Bhopal

At the Madhya Pradesh Tribal Museum in Bhopal earlier this year.


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