O Sudhir Janardhanan


... Think... - Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

Think,
of dew frosted leaves
fallen, to mulch rot, waiting

of stimulant decomposing
and tender sprout climbing

of stabbed, wounded tree
white rubber resin tears, crying

of cigar weeping
smoke, tendrils upwards floating

of the pooled breath,
the shared lung then existing

of heart’s sanguine love holds
in the brain and desires, creases

of brevity of time, breath and passion,
lost, expressed in blinking blind gazes

of anguish in tearing memories
that float down, scattered, with photo pieces

of the woman exploring herself
seeking light in the dark places

Think of all these,

Think,
of some thought
that comes in search of me.


Then, of me Think


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 20, 2010



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