Wednesday, October 31, 2007

a poem for countryside

A little sparrow sat on my window,

the road was full of trees on the sides,

and in the distant

were green fields and clear blue skies

and the snowy whites clouds shifted sides

two naked kids were playing in the mud

as lambs cows moved aside

Will I cross horizon to be there

or will I continue to visualize


It has been a while since I

saw the sparrow fighting for his little space in my house,

slipped into the paddy fields,

snaked through the ragi farms,

climbed and fell from neem tree,

gathered dust

and sat on top of buffalo.

Was it in distant past or will it happen in near future?

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