In Those Days Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

In Those Days



How easily we could be dark-green tree in those days
How easily piled up those summer days and shadowed
Falsified fire burnt us to ash, cinder.
A world of hot sand around us,
Neither verdant bush-coppice nor meadow.

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