Sitting On The Verandah
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Anil Kumar Panda
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sitting on the verandah
i watch the guava tree
standing like the shadow
of my grandfather
each branch is an arm
that he extended at me
to cuddle and hold
tight to his chest
sitting on the verandah
i watch the curved leaves
of the guava tree
being swept away
by the hot wind of
the noon as the
memory of my grandpa
by ripening age
sitting on the verandah
i watch the guavas
ripening into a
yellowish shade like
the folded skins of
my grandfather as he
readies himself
for the last journey
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