Saturday, May 14, 2011

HOW CAN A PAST GO

They climbed on the podium
of my past and tied it on present
and now they want my ocean
to forget its shore that they can rise
forever beyond the ink marked horizon
Yes it is difficult to hold back a past
when the waves ascend from a bay
to my promontory and remind me of a river
that lost its origin in Western Ghats
I wonder
how can a past go like the soft feathers
of a monsoon cloud..

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