Crossroads - Poem by R.K Das
As I stood denuded
At the crossroads
With hands raised upward,
Eternity descended unto my open palms
With the silence of a benediction
Of my life's last Autumn.
In the mellowed stillness of the wilderness
The last skinny leaf of an ancient oak
Into the icy-ground of the
The storm of argument
Between the musician and the lyricist
As to what music and diction
Would constitute my dirge,
Got settled smoothly like the leafy-sediments
On the bottom of a tea cup.
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