//A song//

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    //A song//

    A song once followed 
    amidst all the gathering crowd
    among the traffic of noise 
    tirelessly shrilled  
    corner to corner
    like translation of the reckless traveler
    tale of a story unfinished..

    I just arrived my sixteen
    ascending the age only to peep through a hole 
    where water colour  
    baths my tenant’s wife.

    I became completely drenched 
    and dripped melted
    in the heat of a storm 
    asphyxiated with jingling words
    the meanings never reached
    but a song
    sprang up. and followed me.


    It followed my foot path
    followed the landscape I made on a paper
    followed a book where I page through history
    followed the labyrinth 
    and the whole body massaged with its rhyme
    the song didn’t spare the new born studs on my face
    panted my whole body
    rhymed 
    a hallucination.


    For the first time 
    I heard that
    the radio once my father bought for thirteen installments
    succumbed a song.

    That was the day when I rolled for manhood
    That was the day when a host of men 
    yelled for my country’s freedom.



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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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