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Quest In The Mountains - Poem by saranyan bee

For a while we think nothing about
we are five and no words
and by consent
silent and sign-less

someone tries to catch the wind-speed
and loose his cap
the sun's on our face is orange and gold
and sweat,

we suck air till our chest pain,
and hold the blood in our brain
and make music of our whistle as we breathe
and do that all over again

and we check if the earth is firm
and grips our shoes
the gorge is deep and cant be reached
and there're no vultures in the clouds,

we hold the brushes
the grass and every craggy rock
and think of nothing
and forget why we began,

later, darkness sits with us
and share our rations
and we spend the sky with tobacco
for tomorrow is another day

and wonder why we began our ascent
and feel the lobes in our ears freeze.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Tarantulas dont find purpose in their lives and why do we?

BV Saranyan © May 2012
Mumbai

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 9, 2012


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