The oil-blackened mud

Lamp, light in dust


Through that overgrown hedge.


Tripping down the stairs

Landing with a thud!

The book-case, creaky,

Crowded with me

Through the ages.


The green of the water

Tanked, cool and high

Too high I did think

Some time back.


Home these for me

Till I’m back.

Wait, please.

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2 Responses to Home

  1. balchan says:

    Another piece of brilliant imagery : The book case creaky, crowded with me, through the ages. Very beautifully drawn.

  2. rashmenon says:

    🙂 happy to hear that, balchan

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