All along the day
A million words spilled all over
Thousands of mails
And hundreds of calls
Battering the body
Percolate to the soul.
To divert the mind
Routed to arts
And books so rare
Music to the ears
Without resting till night
Wiping out the day
Soul in peril
Tapped during night
To fly into the world
Wordless and formless
Emerging from despondency
Gazing to and fro
Taking on themes
Ye my soul
“Wander in the clouds
To your soul’s satisfaction! ”
12.04.2008
rajagopal haran
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