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The Wish-Granting Tree

Parijatam is singing.  As the sun shifts low
she lights her Panjat candles;
each one a promise, a coin, a kiss.
Her perfume is jasmine and frangipan.

"You are everything I wished for," he says,
"And more".  He still leaves her though.
As the sun lifts its face from drinking the water,
her children spill from her arms, glorify the ground.
Parijatam - arbor tristis - is not singing.

In the haze of today's yellow morning
A boy walks towards her.
With hands like birds' wings
he sifts every stricken flower
into his saffron clothes.
When there are enough of them, their flame-stalks
will paint new robes the colour of harvest.



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