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Writer's pictureNeha Khaitan

Promise of a Lifetime



Sitting on my couch in my apartment on a busy street

In a city thousands of kilometres from where I hope the tree still stands.

An ordinary tree.

Which provided me shelter,

Just enough. I wanted no more.

Bearing my makeshift swing.

Flowering yellow flowers, I collected and preserved whilst they withered.

Yes, these flowers, now amber and crisp are still with me, in a glass jar.

Akin a promise of a lifetime.

An ordinary tree, rooted in the backyard of what used to be my home,

In a quiet town thousands of kilometres from where I am seated.

An ordinary girl.

Longing to be under its shade in my yesteryears.

Maybe even now.

Swinging on the only swing I longed for,

The ordinary tree

Withstanding my weight while I went to and fro,

Never to fail,

Akin a promise of a lifetime.


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