In
the wheels of climate change...
It was isolated,
rummaged car,
Shed as well,
shedding its ownership.
Abandoned
years ago,
Though corrugated,
stands steady and still.
Huffy winds don’t scar
the immobile,
Slightly tilted and
stable;
Winter and thunder
all the same.
Birds
and barks of leaves
throng the inside
space
with a touch of
comradeship.
I too with
a rug on my shoulder,
Feel the
warmth inside the shed
To protect me from the frosty wind.
Puranic
mediation goes on
here too.
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