The room
In its sad aura
Looked smaller
Outside the window
the trees didn’t touch the sky
the pukri didn’t overwhelm with its depth
the green tulsi
like an ancestral
taboo
demand attention
of morning and evening scent
and I with my habitual reverence
muttered an ancient chant
the moon appeared still the same
the hunchback moon
the stars still the same
stuck in time
stuck in the expanse
of nothingness
Only the wind whispered
a different tune
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