Stillness, stirring you.
Sitting on
gravel mound
In front of a lawn spread
With
green Savannah like,
Neatly
clipped on, Your
Moorings
stretch far beyond
Aeons of Memory.
Breeze, freeze, fritters ,
Powders all
your surges
Roving within
you.
Stillness is now perceptible.
Look up the
canopy
Of cool firmament,
Some shade or journey
In the cool moon.
May be some ancestor’s
Soul dwells
in serenity.
Moon glides slow
A steering lesson for
Mankind to follow.
Though high, stillness
Is perceptible.
Your paper
fritters,
Measure the immeasurable
In lines of compete
rhythms
Surpassed by
the tossing roars.
On the ageless
sands of
Crab play, hide and seek;
Pebble and pop
corns,
business of Ground
nut vendor.
Go
through the lines
in the poly vocal
rehearsal
there is vibrant
Stillness.
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