Saturday, April 10, 2010

Is it me I see in that Mirror?
Or a reflection?
That one
from the assorted table
Lies in thousand miles away
In millions, from time to time
On changed identities
It reappears- Reflections
Mirror images
And you find not me or one stone.
In covered  stone pockets
of earthen layers
I planted Ocimum Sanctum

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