Protean – Udita Banerjee

Like clouds on a windy day,
The ephemeral map,
Charting changing distances on the skies,
Like the places you took me to.

Like the waves on the shores,
Receding only to swallow up,
Those paths mirrored across the sky,
Like memories forgotten.

Like dew on forest leaves,
Raining down in gusty throes,
And disappearing into eternity,
Like the look in my eyes,
Where mysteries lie…

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