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July 2013, vol 9, no 2

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Padmini Krishnan

Plum Tree

I got to taste the wind-hit rain dripping from a plum tree. My whole being drenched in ecstasy of those drops, I blushed with the hidden flower that I could not see, but feel. The fragrance of adjoining trees assailed my senses. In those misty drops, I tasted a fruit that no human would ever get to delight in.

Emotions of a lifetime
manifested in few drops of rain
A tree speaks