Velleity Poem by PRATHAP KAMATH

Velleity



Like the wind whisking
the pocked ripe leaves off the ground
lets them fall again,

or the wave washing
ashore the corpse of a child
returns to sweep it

but, on nearing folds
back leaving the mass of guilt
blooming in the sun,

my longing reaches
to cut into your dark house
but sees light and fails.

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