{"id":1629,"date":"2024-05-22T16:35:15","date_gmt":"2024-05-22T16:35:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/?p=1629"},"modified":"2024-05-22T16:35:15","modified_gmt":"2024-05-22T16:35:15","slug":"the-mulberry-tree-and-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/the-mulberry-tree-and-you\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mulberry Tree and You"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Time washed us shores apart.<br \/>\nMiles that shores stretch<br \/>\nsometime somewhere fetch<br \/>\na puddle in time the size of a dime<br \/>\nthat draws you up close, nose to nose,<br \/>\nmemories struggling in the eyes.<\/p>\n<p>I become ink on paper,<br \/>\nstark in a room with loneliness candlelit.<br \/>\nWithout shame I ask for you and the<br \/>\nmulberry tree up on the hill.<br \/>\nTo fill the spaces around us with love and thrill.<br \/>\nNothing happens. Nobody comes. What comes<br \/>\nis a craving for the next moment to just be.<br \/>\nWith quivering fear<br \/>\nand every hope very dear, comes too<br \/>\na same morn each day where I must<br \/>\nget up and drift a few more miles away,<br \/>\nto a freak beach, where shores meet . . .<br \/>\nmaybe for a while, maybe for a smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Time washed us shores apart. Miles that shores stretch sometime somewhere fetch a puddle in time the size of a dime that draws you up close, nose to nose, memories struggling in the eyes. I become ink on paper, stark in a room with loneliness candlelit. Without shame I ask for you and the mulberry tree up on the hill. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"rttpg_featured_image_url":null,"rttpg_author":{"display_name":"sanjayji","author_link":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/author\/sanjayji\/"},"rttpg_comment":0,"rttpg_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/category\/poems\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Poems<\/a>","rttpg_excerpt":"Time washed us shores apart. Miles that shores stretch sometime somewhere fetch a puddle in time the size of a dime that draws you up close, nose to nose, memories struggling in the eyes. I become ink on paper, stark in a room with loneliness candlelit. Without shame I ask for you and the mulberry&hellip;","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1629"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1629"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1629\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1631,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1629\/revisions\/1631"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1629"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1629"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1629"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}