That Point

And I stood at a point

Where life asked me to

Take a reverse turn.

Season followed its path

Rains washed clean the reminders

The books were neatly stacked.

Missed from the scene for a while

Met the money plant that loved the sill

The sparrow chirped once again.

Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

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