Is there a cave
in that highest mountain
to hide away all your errors
from heaven’s progress charts
Is there a cloud you find
Near horizon to hide your inkmarks
far far away from a sea wind
And can you tell me a place
In which a silence hides its alphabets of truth
in strange translators
and blocks speech to open up
Let me think
of the listless forms appear from planets
Unknown in invisible drapes
And I find now all answers
in Sirium Myrtifolium
fragrance....
from that sanctum, very close
to my heartbeats like in one flute
Xing Yu Xing Yu Xing Yu Li
ReplyDeleteDon't pollute or chase poetry with your comments. Comments you post reflect your class and if you have sophistication you post not the kind of chinese you write day and night.
Abdul Kalam says..
Withhold your hands from striking and from taking that which is unlawful and wrong.
Fragrance of chandan like good friends from sanctum...
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