Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Is it that this earth
a moving river
to flow like Krithamala
from a hill like a long line
enveloping forests
Where this Sahara
a desert which holds
the breath of yellow sand
and where this green earth
a divide on parallels
and that train crushed all leaves
flowers, dreams and derailed
over a bridge…
Ashtamuti

No comments:

Post a Comment