The crowd
did not evidence
anyone, to be called
very own !
don't know why?
there was no cool shade
under the banyan tree
what was there was
heatwave and rejection
there were no sounds
of love and equanimity!
The river where it was earlier,
now a barren land
the jungle
now a city of jealousy!
don't know
whether I am there or not
where I used to be?
The person evading death
in the name of waiting
for it,
doesn't know yet
what to search
when or where to search!
standing still
or consciously unconscious,
he himself
in his own hands
makes a disturbed,
unsatisfied soul
fly away
to a distant sky,
to an uncertain realm!
@Kamakhya
Beautiful – thank you!
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Thank you so much, Namaste 🙏
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There is such beauty, grief and resonance to me in your poem – so beautiful! Happy to be reading from you.
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Thank you Pragalbha so much for finding the resonance & pulse of work!
Happy to hear from you, as always ! Blessed times !
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So much my pleasure, you are very welcome.
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Very powerful.
Consciously unconscious , I like this.
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Thank you so much Bella , Namaste 🙏
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