This is ti-
me, it never caresses
us, it blazes our skin, burning
our bated breath, turning our
cheeks red;

This is a spa-
ce between you
me; it grows, like the roots of an
old banyan tree

that our children will swing on
one day;
long roots, strong roots, but
none bold enough to tie

and us

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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1 Response to Incomplete

  1. kalateeka says:

    The imagery of the banyan tree is so poignant…beautiful poem Aditi

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