Neran Sati Poems

Roving to and fro it busy street

Feeling like a pellet of sand
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Blow wild wind, wild the blow!

Let thy blasts torn the sea!
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And, my friends, chums - Don't waste your time,
Or money on the street, tracking that single coin
Amid inverted pots! For it cunning skill Ain't match
For your eyes - looking for the birds and brides..
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You cannot mix clean and dirty water
In the single cup!

Light is light, dust is dust
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Writing poetry's like fishing
with either net or hook, and
casting net - though blind -
across it ocean mind.
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inspired by the language code
blowin up that surge of evercomin new words
within dilation of time and space of me mind, its anchoring to the
native symbols, when born gifts presented, the brain jars, settling in the parcels of the mind
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Like the comet tearing off some sleepy sky
Our encounter beamed the summer-fall

To be bleached by silence
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When I part, it'll be November
Last call for the melting sun
And unleashed sleepy shades
Slowly conquering the ground.
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The sea was painted metal
Sullen clouds, but looking down
Then mingling shades of grey
Round glowing route to sun.
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