Jun
27
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Wed, 06/27/2018 - 13:35 IST
Look! The trio
of troubadour trees,
are singing
and dancing!
Stately and tall,
they swerve and fall,
from side to side
with jocular pride;
And now they seem
thin fingers in a dream;
Leafy hand stretching out,
feeling the wind.
Searching with unease,
for words lost to time,
and perhaps, a rhyme.
I wonder
at their search,
and my own impatient form;
I wonder if I'll find
what I'm looking for,
in the heart of the storm?