25 september 2019
I Will Write A Poem
He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot―
to capture the apologetic
colours of rainbow in lake.
A spinning top, he wanted
to float on water and touch
the soft contours in depth―
wrestling with waves.
A dark sky was hovering
around. Something was rising
from the black hills, as if
on fire. I had never seen before―
the golden moon, rising. Two
song birds darting to and fro
as if in great agony to save
the nestlings from the lynx.
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