Saturday, June 26, 2010


Through my window I see them moving
Like people at a party tattling and talking
Though amidst friends haven’t heard them speak
For an occasional rustle or a soughing squeak

There ought to be a reason strong
Or something got to be very wrong
Like a dark secret you keep to yourselves
These trees might have something to keep to themselves

Or they may be just like me in this far off place
Missing my home and the familiar face
Those sweet memories leave me craving long
To return to my place which is pulling so strong

~Narendra V Joshi

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