A Saga Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

A Saga

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Darkness craving hungry blue darkness
A Sharp brad-awl errant
Let it be drilled
Let it be drilled
Waiting to be appertained

After millions of years
Your elegy would be carved on my body made of sand-stone

A saga be sung by the queen breeze
God smiling sitting on the cupola of the last earth.

Friday, May 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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