the time that is moving round me now - 1
some are going aheadsome are going back
having my fingers wielded
on an old type-writer
i'm thinking what should i do
a pretty long time passed away
since the village alphabet
had bade me farewell
in my recent thinking
there is a severe harikiri
the song
that i have sung in a deep forest
in front of the wild flowers
now when i am sitting
under the ceiling-fan
of the heaven
i can see that both
the lyric and the tune of the song
have vanished
Poetry by murari sinha
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Written on 2010-06-05 at 02:58
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