Friday, June 24, 2011

He. ....

He clutches issues
Like rain grips the earth
He hesitates while he asks a few abrupt things
Like the soul hesitates before breathing a sin
He says he is ignorant 
Like a carefree bird encircling the clouds at dawn
He says he has seen life fall apart , gather 
Both phases emerging like inevitable branches of a tree
He says he has dissolved past
Like a tornado that gulps peace
He says he can go on this way
Like he knows , what his will be story like .
Like he is ,  time himself .

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