Writing by Visruth Srimath Kandali
Photos flutter from the closet—wayward memories My school, our house, a beautiful layer of snow serenading the park And this:
A view from my window
No gorgeous sunset or stunning landscape
Just a dull October afternoon I turn my head, looking through the window, seeking, searching, (stumbling)
Apple tree young and proud (groaning and withering away)
Fat cat, silky smooth fur (missing eye and ear)
Hazel brown fence, bright and hopeful (merely gray)
Wet wide eyes (lost in the echoes of tomorrow)