Poetry is com(motion).
Today is national poetry day,
My contemplative Muse, agile
By my side, gently dictates,
Type as it comes and inspires,
Don’t go by alignments now,
I wander to
the riverside
Of my younger days, lie by
The sand, watch the gurgling
Waters, fish move
along,
Beautiful fins glitter
in the
Ripples, crabs
The sand dunes, playing,
I look up the
starry skies ,
Sun, stars ,moon and rivers
don’t have karma
or
Consciousness, they are
Carefree : they are happily
static,
only we
struggle
With the baggage
going
Before us, they drag us
along
Meticulously during the
sojourn,
Still the age
long query lingers,
Why I came? Where do we
go?
This tiresome journey knocks
Mercilessly: it is
eventide
Slowly merging with
Amber ed Sun to
His
Majestic abode of Shift.
Dogs bark in
mistaken
Identity at the
fallen
Mound of leafage.
Poetry in motion
Now covers up my commotion.
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