Poems

Dream

Poetry - may you be a green body.
May you be a language
in which I wander
with my wings and my self.
Be the inspiration of my tongue,
so that I may pasture
the tribes of my voice - though they are silent.

Sleepless
and alone, I see
you will not be
a green body.
You were neither
a good master, to be bought,
nor the muse.
My longed for delirium, my memory.

3 Comments

1 Shilpa Das

Profound! Perfect blend of sentiment and felicity of expression.

2 ghani

i like your suggestions

3 messi

nice

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