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Sun drips
on leaves

not the backyard variety
but the trembling kind

the kind
that weld night-time
intermissions to
the roof of the mouth

sonnet-filled
evaporation
reveals
the timely concealment of
a very, weary
inanimate object
at the brink

just enough hip
to be woman

just enough wild
to be frontier

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Each and every step
Is soaking wet
The roads to trees
Stand still

The bark of the trees
Little do they speak

Soft and coarse brown
Peeling skin

Losing limbs to the pelting rain

It is July what to expect
Traffic snarls
Red to orange
Green alerts

Overcast skies
Overflowing dams
Unbridled seas
rivers no more discreet

The gleaming copper  water ***
Joyfully dances beneath the gurgling spout
Scrubbed clean, empty its core
Aged, over the decades had some mighty falls
The dents and scratches on the outside
Over the years, no days to recall
A silvery sheen, it wears
Slaked the thirst of many a souls
A life fulfilled, brimmed and drained
A timeless inscription, the ownership date, tenderly engraved

Blue Silken slumber
The lake I see breathes deep, sleeps
The mountain protects
The path strewn with hurdles and gravels
40 years is a long way to travel
Two souls sewn with love and peace
Two hearts dipped in bliss
Two minds not always in same strength
But determined within to walk the length.

40 years of building the nest
Patience and endurance put to hard test
Before one day the saplings become a tree
Heart upon heart two becomes three
Through fall and rise and sun downpour
Years flew as the three becomes four.

It's no easy work to raise a family
In all sadness live strong and happily
Blocks are thrown doubts are cast
Moments of life try to break the trust
But we didn't bow continued the thrive
A grownup family now, we number five.
40 years together
Dear Well-Wisher,

I hope this message finds you in good health.

We, Vaishali and Tushar Purohit from Pune, come to you with a heavy heart and tears in our eyes, pleading for your help to save our 4-year old son Rishi's life. He is undergoing treatment for neuroblastoma (rare form of cancer) at the Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai.

Since April, our little warrior has been bravely battling cancer that is threatening to take him away from this world. Every rupee you contribute will be the difference between life and death for our 4-year old warrior.

We would also request you to forward this message to your family and friends, which will inspire them to contribute and aid in saving an innocent life.

Here's the fundraiser link:* https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar

Thanking you for your consideration and support during these trying times.🙏🏼 *
Hello all I haven’t shared anything like this before! If any of you can share it further in any of your groups/ with people who can help would be nice
I know Tushar person personally 🙏

Please keep Rishi in your prayers🙏

https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar
  Jul 2024 Sarita Aditya Verma
Traveler
…is but a dragnet across time
gathering information from fading experiences.
The fine details are forgotten
but the feeling tell you safe or beware.
Don’t override your intuition.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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