30 December, 2011

LEARNING

Can you freeze the years? 
Untrammeled mind? 
Why lost in consoles, for 
hurting odyssey? 

Why we did not meet 
in unhearing range? 
Like the grassy lips 
of silken stings? 

A moon? 
behind us the war machine 
was walking. 
Sunflowers had gone in a 
beauty contest. 

Tree lighting had begun. 
Who was the night-sentry?

Satish Verma

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