Anxious towards the light
Is the puffed up breath
One step at a time
Slowly with a tremble
Of the doubting foot
Like a brown creeper
Climbing with a hold
Shaking on the crutches
Of the surrendered mind
The dispersed fruit beholds
This stretch of the shoot
While the hand slips out
Mistaken by a branded glove
The final foot on the terrace
Then the smile in the sun
And the swing amidst rays
The generations pollinate
And the floral joy overflows.
Delhi
23.25 hrs
2106
23.12.23
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