river birch



in the midst
of
piled dishes
unfolded sarees
and
books on clod wooden floor

the river birch 
finds 
me ...

i pause
and 
i stop like a stray finding the shade ...




i let the birch gaze inward
i take her sun
i touch her rain

i find my way right out of her silver body
trapped in time

in love 
and
in treason

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