I saw a feather,
It was light,
I couldn’t catch it
‘Coz it fights
I ate some bread
It was wholesome
But it made me fat
‘Coz I am loathsome
Running away from
symphony
I tried to find my
clues
In juice, junk and
geometry
Until all my children
Learnt all they could
I could not emulate
anyone
Even if I tried
His name was blazed
On an electric sky
I paid for those
paupers
Who felt sheer
delight
At the mention of his
name
Under a dark blue sky
The destroyer seeks
within me
To test my brain
Of habits destructive
and
Feelings of pain
Strange sounds I hear
In the rain
From birds whose
feathers
I fight in vain
The lamp was yellow
And bright his eyes
Golden browed and
dripping
With sure surprise
Of bird songs never
ending
On Lord Shiva’s sweet
chemise.
TOSHAM
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