Friday, July 30, 2010


When I see seasons change
I place not my graphs in numerical
format to measure which season toppled
the other in a race cart
In autumn I see earth in earthen form
and winter freezes  sorrows
and summer burns the pyres of past
fragrance of earth I inhale in monsoon
and spring  flowers all around me 
In level crosses, in stations
I wait not for danger zones red
to break my brain graphs to shape
mark cards to my immediate neighbors
and when you come in front of me
with such comparative graphics
I draw a graph in firm
alphabets to disagree with you
to tune my flute in the right melody
and in a valley of a green forests
seasons flourish beyond
charted graph prints

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