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under a pipal,

ankle deep in Verur river,

grandma stood,

eyes shut,

head down.

........

dusk.

parrots, egrets, herons, cormorants

heading for rest.

six years ago,

a train stopped

at the 20 ft. long railway station,

without a station master,

a name,

a ticket counter;

carried away men, women, children,

with their tales in tin trunks;

leaving an ancestor,

knowing nothing of anything,

anything of nothing;

seven banyans for company.

stretched out on the grassy platform,

the ancestor, unwound by a past, waits.

...........

on Link Road,

a new generation engages the mornings,

readying for fresh blood 

to takeover.