Poem's Receiver - Poem by Neran Sati
The rejoiced came to me - like children -
joining cherished class or parents dear
Some, yet quiverish, wished to cross-talk
or even gambled - for the change of pace!
A few, not unlike pickiest of birds, took long
lodge search - seeking best for it nest
Some with heaven's glimpse, just flew o'er
aiming for another skape, or better soil..
Sometimes - what a joy! - few returned
settling neat across the single sheet, or
clock' in my laptop mind - it lucent seat.
Most troublesome behave like wraiths,
haunting me o'er days and nights..
Till saved by sun.. or some higher lit-
hence taking brake, or 'bit more time, as
to relocate - the ache!
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