March


And then March arrives.
Summer again.
The neem trees smile,
They have to flower,
Only they can defeat the sun,
And remind us,
Once again,
‘I bear this for the earth to cool somewhere’
While others dry, droop and fall,
Get crushed
And disappear into the earth.
one of many

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Now a writer, still struggling. Have been a journalist and a teacher. Love music and the Himalayas. Lived in different parts of India. Married to a writer. Have two sons and a daughter-in-law (more a daughter, new and ready made). I also have a brother and a sister, and four lovely nieces, a nephew son and a little grand niece. I live with my mother and my mother-in-law. All are book-lovers.
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