Inaugurating the February archive.
Alone I entered,
without friend or foe.
Along the journey, adorn like jewelry,
they rise from seeds I sow.
Along the path,
they stand like trees.
Endearing but entrapping me
offering outstretched leaves.
But when Autumn comes,
the leaves being to fall,
until none remain,
to answer my call.
As I continue to wander,
only my thoughts follow.
Now hollow trees laugh at me,
mock my sorrow.
And beside them, yet not,
I dig my own burrow.
Krishna R
II CSE
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