In the fading city bustle; Dusk deepens towards dark; The heart shaped leaves rustle, Crore crickets chirping; Turning leaves into megaphones; In yellow summer evening, Standing middle of the road; The old Peepal Tree fixed in time; Sings its sacred fables, I listen transfixed.
Linked to dVerse ‘Quadrille #104′ where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting. Prompt , ‘Just fix your muse on a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word fix‘.
In my city, the seven’o clock curfew has been in effect since two days after a sudden surge in the number of patients, I forgot all about the curfew this evening as I was walking past this old Peepal tree, I sat beside it for sometime, listening. I clicked a photo from my mobile and on the screen I noticed it was quarter to 7, I headed towards home at a run to beat the curfew, all the while I could hear police sirens and curfew announcements on megaphones. I hope all this will come to an end soon and things will change for the better.
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© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts