See You Soon


Splendour and green
Autumn in orange
Purple coleus
And the ti plant,
That slight off black
The crows are calling,
The sky is mixing
An unfamiliar blue 
Each day,
I long to be outside.


The green smudge
The parakeet,
The middle-aged rose flower
Fading, grumpy
It must soon yield
To the unfurling bud,
The clutter of barking dogs
Those tramps,
I long to be outside.


The mud
Still damp from the monsoon,
The champa flower
The scent of worship,
My heart calls to the Sun
Take me
Forever far
Till this body and mind
Is but burnt black
Carbon. 
I long to be outside.

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