Tomorrow,me and the river.... The river of tears will see and hear a poet who has retired from his daily life for a day. I will pour my desultory tales deep down into its heart of hearts in stanzas and verses and my eyes will catch the soft dances of its winter slim body. An old banyan in whose mild shadow I will lose my busy diary will listen in all the talks between a king river and a lost poet. I will walk about at the will of the free wind and spread myself across the stretch of all green. My aimless feet will marry the white path (a bit away from the mother of staple food) for a day till twilight drops down the curtain. I will look around and see as such nothing but everything will see a roaming poet. Tired I will settle down for a while in an open temple and will gaze at the holy phallus and will abandon in all wild thoughts. In the evening I will again mingle with my town self and will call up the gone day in the recess of each long day.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 14:46:14 +0000
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