sanjukta roy

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010

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