The Fallen Tree

The wind blew heavy

And the sight grew strained

All along the city

It thundered & rained

The roads long trodden

Reminiscent of the sea

Revisited but cut short

For the path blocked by a fallen tree

So I turn

Away from the past

Though still etched on my memories

To begin the search of a new trail

A new soil, a new territory

But then I remember those streets

Where wind blew on my face

As fresh & clear as open fields

Which now contain forgotten names & routes

& at my home lie my rusted wheels

-“मंच”

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