Saturday, August 3, 2013

Those 49 days

49 strokes have passed since:
I found myself in this place --
Where the blades of grass have
Overpowered the tyres and concrete
Where the shrubs have grown
Brazenly, to cover the naked machines.
Where the roots of a certain tree has
Strangled remnant pieces of a long-gone plant.
Where the sky is clearer, air is cleaner
And I yearn to smell smokes and fumes!
Where I live by sunlight and sleep by starlight,
Long forgotten the pertinence of a tube light.
I do not know my whereabouts, but I say:
This is the place I've dreamt of, but not now.


Vk Dadhich

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