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Scribbled on a Napkin- A long time ago. When bruises of losing a home were still fresh. 20 years and they still are. I cannot ask and yet I must. I will ask, for instance-- have you seen 'like water for chocolate' & have you cried over a foggy night doused in firecracker light? I cannot kiss you and yet I must. I will kiss, for instance-- the leaf before it falls underfoot; the captured dragonfly in its muted terror. I cannot weep, and yet I must. I will weep, for instance-- so the muddy rain running meets the thirsty crow, the child with wet socks, smiling. I cannot give you my heart, and yet I must. I will give, for instance-- the last sip from a still cold can the bead that around my neck for you, has stayed warm. I cannot bring you back, and yet I must. I will bring, for instance-- Google up, & seek images and blue linkams that pay homage to your name. I cannot break the cycle and yet I must. I will break, for instance-- my silence. But only the bored sea will receive my howls, coz the moon has her head-phones on, again. | |
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Meera Kaul Sawhney |
Dear Meera, Great Poem ! Lots of Love Sanjay and Dadu
Added By sanjay kaul