Suresh Raavi Poems

The immutable silence...
Trapped in an air cage

Ages of waiting…
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The old rains
Becomes rivers and streams
But, for ages
A few tiny drops
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When they left me by my skin tone,
I am not alone.
My color is still with me
And gives me an identity.
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Oh, Messenger of mine,
From the depths of sorrow and pain,
You've emptied my soul, made it barren and vain,
Left me to wander, lost in the rain.
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As I am discovering my newness in antiquity,
Looking at my impressions on the winds,
That found rest on leaves of yore,
I see myself as a new leaf,
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Do you hear her?
She tells your story all the time

All day she waits for you,
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How many wings can you cut
To stop the flight of birds?
Their freedom lies in the power
Of their wings, in these words.
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