You had set your sights
on the pond, accepting defeat:
wanted to know the depth of water,
fracturing sky.
The mangroves porous roots
jutting out of muddy water
exploring the memory
of reclining tree.
Always remained sick
of politics- the massive
hunt of fake solutions.
The return of theboat with
tiger. Are you ready to
take a plunge in nakedness?
Behind the curtain was
sitting the invisible wheel
which will find the vulnerability
of a lonely path.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 14th, 2016 22:54
- Category: Nature
- Views: 7
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