Treasure Island

Rajendra padhi


BORN AGAIN


BORN AGAIN.......

I am blown off like leaves
On roads from the hill top,
Wafted like clouds homeless
Distracted from crowd,
Stand over the bridge
Swallow all my identity
Fledge no words,
Break like water into ripples
A silence fills my mind
Coolly wrapped in an inertia,
Squeeze my blood out
The heart like a stage
Empty of actors,
Recede as a frozen corpse
In the ancient soil for decay,
Wonder being broken
The earth in my eyes soars up,
The falcons high at the sky
Look at me so small,
Voiceless shrubs look silently
The stars postpone twinkling,
I stand stiff and motionless
Set between a time and space,
I wait to be born again as a child
Brood over words and thoughts
Brighten my dark forgetting my age..

Submitted: Monday, February 17, 2014

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