We are what the tornado
left behind
Broken walls
Shaken homes
Not a glimmer of light
2.
What brings us closer
In this nippy, windy night
Love,
fear,
a guilt ?
3.
These woods I traverse
A lonesomeness moves
A twig snaps
4.
Stars are meek
The sky, a sullen canvas
Autumn spreads open
Her arms
—
Anant Dhavale
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