By Pragya Bajpai
SEPIA PICTURE The monsoon is here but where do I tie the ropes of my swing The trees are missing The hot summer is back but where do I search for shade the land is cracking and the trees are missing The birds are migrating searching for a branch to build a nest They are tired of flying but the trees are missing I pull out a sepia picture from my pocket taken thirty years ago where I'm eating marshmallow standing by the lake under the tree shade waiting for my turn to swing I'm gazing at the nest where a bird is hatching eggs I look at the picture again and wonder if I've come at the wrong time or I've come to a wrong place I don't belong to this dry lake
Pragya Bajpai, Ph.D. is serving at the National Defence Academy, Pune. She has authored a collection of poems and has edited 4 anthologies celebrating the armed forces. email@example.com Instagram: pragyabajpai29
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