Chandra S.

At the foothills of vintage age

you feel perceptibly less somber

for there are only meager remains

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An uprooted tree lies ebbing in the street.

The one who pledged everyone with a refuge

is herself in exigent need.

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I have tried to forget you

on numerous days

and in numerous ways.

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You are a mirage at times.

And at others, a spring-laden oasis.