meera panigrahi

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The Last Season
This is the last season
Winds blow without the lilt
of summer song.
The distance ends at no horizon-
Life Force
Why sing of hills, rivers, skies and trees
In themselves they remain
Inert objects
Without theme, color and meaning-
.disobedient Storm
Winds fume and whine,
Storm through forests
Bending and lashing them to frenzy
The dark sun slips into torpor.
I Turned Away
This year,
will pass like all years
days will become nights
seasons will bend and disappear
Bells Ring Out
The bells in the temple ring out
Evening vespers
The wafting of flames from lamps
Throw patterns


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