Wednesday, July 21, 2010


someone writes from the broken bridges of past 
like one gift  wrapped on mystic dewdrops
of a fresh dawn
in one unnoticeable chart sheet
for the crazy
and me, may be one like that
to read and reciprocate
on bridges natural collapsed
and the artificial ones reconstructed.
breeze the brass antiques
and of late old ones re arrived
from museums to be there in the most
royal inner confluence
that charms millions, priced possessions
from ink sheets to Indian Ocean

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