away
from urban
commercial woes
garbage that
each man
on the doors
of his neighbor
throws i shot
the sangam
as it touches
humanity
poetically flows
a moment
like a seedling
of bliss on
this beggar poets
consciousness
overgrows
chirping of
sparrows
flight of
the seagulls
cawing crows
a boat ride
her raised
eyebrows
her nubile
levitation
wordless
prose
a pain
in her
bosom
this bleeding
rose ..seeking
for a friend
in a world
of foes
a poem in silence a seed it sows
