Belong

In the night those tiny parijat flowers
Actually belong to the dark neighbour
Of the red and yellow house with a woman
Hanging out of a white parapet like cloth.
Their fragrance does not belong nor she.
The parijat belongs to wind and death.
She of the parijat house parapet belongs
To the evening and the blue sky of rain.

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