Bees and butterflies that
wool-gather honey
also frequent the pollens, acts of nurture
in the silken
eve.
In the even tide when the tide of your life
dashes against aging ,falling ,retired , tiring days ,
crave for
more and more
Life ,living
and ambition that wool-gather many
traits of gifts.
But Life has
no meaning, nor has verve for some.
This is no
longer only the
Vedic land of chanting
Bones buried
and those buried
alive
Skins peeled, flesh
burnt horrendous.
For Land, cheating, scam and
embezzlement.
It looks
as if those bones
stare back and
Get stupefied
at the shell shocking incidents.
An evening walk
together with my
iPod and
Pet cat, make me
say what we
want to say.
Hope and diligence knit
together,
Grant us
what we want. Summer gleams .
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