Seshendra Sharma Poems

I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews
Hearts are my friends
I live in the city of sufferings
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Chased away by the human bazaars
Silence fled in to the hills
Time flows like water slipping
Out of the fingers
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Vultures of darkness
Are eating my eyeballs
Ringing in the ears
Are bells
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Bereft of leaves, the naked branch
That spreads onto our balcony
Is the curvature of mystery
Which poses the question eternally
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You may be a mere piece of wood
You are the one symbol of our labour
That raised its head
in the ancient years of the earth
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CANTO V

O melody, hear me..
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I am the doll made of your earth,
I am the living being
Breathing your air
I am the garden
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Why is it blowing so fierce?
This gigantic storm
Sweeping over the country,
A dark heavy blast
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There may be many stones,
Yet there is only one stone
Which measures distances
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Is the flower the Archbishop of a cathedral
Called tree?

Squirrels, birds and insects visit
Its branches like compelled consciences
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