A HUNT
Stitches of the day
Are unpicked everyday
The Sun lingers on the trees
Till the leaves
And flowers are bared.
The shadows of
The late afternoon
Elongate timelessly
Till they get totally distorted
Even as I hunt for myself
Lost in those shadows.
- UDDHAV BHAIWAL
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