Dileep Jhaveri


There's heaps of stones,
Ram, now come out and play!

The moon's friend, the mirror, lies shattered.
The ocean's rubble is scattered all over.
Pips lie strewn in unploughed fields.
Fallen feathers flame in the sky.
I want to hold something, to connect, to find wings,
to mingle with something, to let fly.

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