Vision Poem by Bindu Borle
Vision
I wait
In a blue hour
(and faraway I can hear some unknown voices)
and on a page a poem begins
Something about to happen
Genesis
Memories get revived
My papers are getting dust
I pick one a letter from somewhere
With my name on it
Post marked years ago
While I wait
For the light or the dark
Contemplating over
A shape to be given
A format to be chosen
And I wait…
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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4/26/2024 1:00:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wistful and wonderful!