Friday, September 3, 2010


In one featherlike
dream of my golden memoir
once arrived a word
from my village home
to tell me about mountains
and meridians
of this universe and about
a secret pillar on which earth hides
its magnetic halo
far far away from the synthetic costumes
of urban conscience
and about a monsoon
that showers  all around
this earth and its ocean
in poem like rain drops…..

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