The parijat flowers

There someone picks up parijat flowers

From the earth where they lay in dust

With their ghost-white faces down

To the earth , their red feet to the sky.

The man’s back bent over the earth 

As if to smell them straight from the earth.

The parijat tree looked on unconcerned.

The flowers now belonged to the earth.

 

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