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Wander I go hunt in the poem woods
horizon dusky receding light
mindless collecting reads to hunter’s kit
a rejoicing me, scents piercing my nose
alluring of wild flowers that prefer
to bloom only when day bids bye,
Suddenly my legs stop
I hear giggles romancing sighs
couldn’t place this though
could sense some leaves
shedding come down on
my arms shoulders; horizon fades…
a smoggy smoke spreading
around begins to choke
blinding my year old sight…
Suffocate I feel unable to breathe
unable to know what holds me tight
nothing else seen sans approaching night
I feel loose earth beneath my feet
nothing I feel sans enclosing dark
I know I am falling faint
Didn’t know how long there I lay
flat on my back; the dawning rays
didn’t tell me that; needles of light
pinching my face eyes open,
my senses revive, arms out stretched
flat lying I look sideways;
to my surprise beside i find two rags
vengeance...grudge...drapes
discarded worn in night…
I look skywards amused
there atop a poed tree
two specks I find
bare... vanity and ego
sleep in deep embrace!
30 07 08
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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