Saturday, August 7, 2010


Long ago in one April
I longed for summer rains
but from Pearl Harbor
a world moved in front of me
divided in two segments
from a poem like seashell
And in one August
Hiroshima reminded me
of the innocent heartbeats
not poem like.........
but like a fire wall of disaster
and ink drops began to fall
collectively like in torrential rains
Again in April
day and night stood equal
on  meridians of earth
and away from the noisy  harbors
I walked towards my origin
on one tilted seashore
but to my surprise
words arrived from horizons
in orange drapes
in earthen forms
and I felt no lonelyness
in that shore..

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