Seed - Poem by sanjukta roy
The connecting dots are moving again
They will shift the now to then.
I will stand before the wall in vain
and the vines will cover the marks again.
The dots have begun to form a line
with rusted ends and center plain
I wont play in this tug of war
let time again be the sinner's stain.
Little dots now look like clouds
shifting to another barren land
I try to catch the smoke so moist
with my feet under the ground to rest
Only I watch the dots float away...
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