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The Wrinkled Shadow
Most of the days as I buy vegetables the old woman would move around close to me like the winter tree The leaves mostly robbed by the time tangled age seated in the hair the freckles painting the drudgery The unwashed and overused sari stained by the tears of poverty Would not speak to beg money would just move around with the eloquent wounds Most of the days but not every time I would give her small amounts A faint almost invisible smile Would come and disappear The lips lacked tissue The other day in the late afternoon when the shadows had started prolonging under the banyan tree the afternoon light and the leaves wove hand in hand a story in the shadow The very small and irregular shapes of the pale soft light sat in such a way that gave the impression of a woman squatted on the pavement It looked so from a distance of say thirty feet As I came close I found the old woman sprinkling parched rice to the pigeons The source of the shadow the afternoon painted beneath the tree A little tissue collected in the lips now The lilac of love doesn't wither Nor the object ______________________________________ March 2, 2018
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