White-Clad

Dead midnight
we were walking
in the moonlight
Under the jamun tree a path
led up to the hill
Dewdrops soaked her mind
the chilly wind did not feel like
shaking off the kanchan flowers
Dressed in white like the wings of a heron
I found no words of sympathy
Slowly the moonlight was dimming
In the darkness
the path under the jamun tree
led up to the steep hill

by Anubhav Tulasi

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