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The Palm The sun is a twinkle Through crevices Of burrowed rocks That expand into caves Where cheer reverberates But no faces appear Among the shrieking And overflowing crowds Oxidized by remnants Of recycled breath I dig into the black Then foliage abounds A Palm appears And I am pulled atop Into lofty peaks Among shrieking crowds From where stars appear Sprinkled and glittering below And palms that wave In wilderness awaiting a touch As my shadows expand Into dollops of black And I start to dig The sun twinkles Through these cracks Shredded into rainbow Within the moistened eyes A door that stabs back Reverses the equilibrium Jeers at amassed joys That pile up on back No more than sponge That drowns the beast . Those that carry salt Into the realms of seas Emerge by giving And touch the Hand Within the incessant waves Those who count the waves Return home dry The Hand still holds them Delhi 1400 9.15 hrs 2.9.14
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 03:49:26 +0000

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