Just us

We two sit together
Marking the sands of time
Digging and upturning it’s fine layers
Searching maybe for an answer,
Which, somewhere lay amongst
It’s adhered wet brown grains.

Manpower slaughtered this natural beauty,
Tilled it’s soils and bounded in wooden stakes,
So no outsider accidentally wander
Into the burdened land of labour,
Where some frayed plants fight the heat,
Weary heat drooped little shoulders.

I watch you now
Deep in meditative thought
Perhaps some past folly
Or the bird cooing on yonder tree
To his feathered mate who warmly nests
I. Some hidden bower .



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-05-18 at 08:42

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