Hat
after me or me after
that hat?
( After Guardian)
After all the hanging pal of gloom,
The darkening hour in the walls
of cemetery where
stones speak volumes,
Steps in my sunny day, sunny mood,
My hat -an emblem of starry sign,
would fetch me luck beyond counts,
land
me to far off places, flying so high,
Only
to see below the ground level,
to
gauge the suffering, to view infinitesimal;
am
often trying to adjust the hat,
running faster than my move,
giving
me an elusive grip;
more
than the hat, the embroidered thread,
the
airplane sign propeller on the hat,
we both were chasing each other,
on grass and tree top, wires and wind
breeze,
cutting
across sand and huts;
it
was an endless chase; not after your
ken and kith, brothers and relatives,
back home, your paradise, your hat
like a diadem adorning your head.
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