The Park

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Deserted steps,
Flowers between the cracks.
Limp vines,
Hanging,
Choking
The bark.

The chirps, now - 
An occasional squeak.
Crunching leaves,
I fasten my steps.

The sun -
Dizzy.
As if afraid,
Of the drooping branches,
Curling their fingers,
A call.

Sprinting,
Panting,
Eyes -
Dilated.

A shrill whisper
Beckoning,
A lover's embrace.
A breathy chuckle.
Run.

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This poem was inspired by a section at Rajghat, a park in Delhi. I used to visit this place a lot when I was a kid, every morning. But I always used to kind of quickly waddle when I was at this particular section. I don't know, it is just kind of ominous, always gave me shivers. I couldn't find a picture to attach, will do when I find one! :)

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