Living is emptying each day,
now frequent forgetting creates
a vacuum in the mind
poetics of decay distresses
my stream of awareness
I try to cross a maze of wires
and fly into the soft mottled sky
before the thud, one last time
now frequent forgetting creates
a vacuum in the mind
poetics of decay distresses
my stream of awareness
I try to cross a maze of wires
and fly into the soft mottled sky
before the thud, one last time
| --Ram Krishna Singh | ||||
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