Prabhakar Subramaniam


Endless - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

Where did this vein begin?
Was it after watching
The leaf
Shaped like a swordfish
And yellow with death
Swirl and fall
Without a cry?
Maybe you cannot hear it - -
You have seen fall images
Of trees dying
With their leaves
Looking like flowers
Like fires
Turning into embers
You looked at the banyan leaf
Falling softly at your feet
Comforting it with
The little mythology
You have learnt
'It is still not time.'


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013



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