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Miss Flower tells me of her privilege
Showing off her freshly washed and winded leaves.
She has grown taller, is more green now.
A sign of healthy life among the dead outside.
Mumma tried to revive a dry branch by digging it into the same soil as Miss Flower.
The drier the branch became, beauty bestowed itself on Miss Flower.
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I keep looking at the body of the tree that has fallen.
Its branches have been cut into and stolen.
I remember the time it stood tall and proud, laughing with me each time I looked at it.
Every year, when I went to the Community Pandal during Pujo
To pray to a Durga Maa that kept decreasing in size (Economy is shrinking too)
This tree would make me happy, and blow me a kiss.
An old friend, that the storm took away.
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Miss Flower tells me about the million trees who didn’t survive
Her empathy is praise-worthy.
She is happy doing her bit.
She is liking this new sunshine now that the storm has passed.
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~insight07
This past one week has been awfully difficult. Dealing with the uncertainties of a new job, working from home, and the fear of the pandemic, was not easy in itself. My hometown got exposed to the cyclone of Amphan on 20/05/2020. I have never experienced such a thing. It is a trying time, with the limits of boundaries being tested.
I hope we come out humble and human post this.
(Originally posted on 22 May 2020)
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