saDak ki chaar lanes k baad
ud raha hai dil ki shape main
helium bhara ek baDa gubaara -
shayad ye kisi bachay ki kalaaee
se fisal kar uD raha hai
ya kisi deewanay ki gaaDi ki
agli khaali seat se uth kar
tooti khiDki se bahar aa gaya hai -
ek gulabi se cHota baadal ki tarah
slati baadloN main oopar chala ja raha hai
is ka sunheri ribbon bijli ki kaDak sa hai
bijli jo kahin zameen pe kabhi na giray gi
na hi kisi ko maar dalnay ki hakeekat rakhay gi
baday akshron main likha LOVE is pe
baDi mushkal se ab paDa ja raha hai
jab ye sardi main jamaiN oak k pedoN
k oopar tezi hawaa main uDta
door horizon ki taraf ja raha hai
ek phoola hua lafz ab bilkul
paDa nahin ja raha hai.
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Valentine's Afternoon
BY MICHAEL MCFEE
Four lanes over, a plump helium heart—
slipped, maybe, from some kid's wrist
or a rushed lover's empty front seat
through a half-cracked car window—
rises like a shiny purple cloudlet
toward today's gray mess of clouds,
trailing its gold ribbon like lightning
that will never strike anything
or anyone here on the forsaken ground,
its bold LOVE increasingly illegible
as it ascends over the frozen oaks,
riding swift currents toward the horizon,
a swollen word wobbling out of sight.
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