We  write these lines as  remembrance
Of  our thoughts, for nobody in particular
Of only some trees with birds or no birds.
Birds die in due time with or without trees.
Lines go on with or without trees or birds.

They go on beyond  paper, a table's edges
Touching a window's rail and a dog's wail.
In fact they touch the dog's wail so softly
As if it were a dog's tail , wagging friendly.

We  write the lines for nobody in particular
Only some mango tree flourishing in green
With or without a memory of a poet's mom,
At times, as a soft wind whistling though it.

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