I take some breaths.
And find myself
in an empty hall.
Without the poets of war.
Self lies motionless.
Thinking nothing at all.
Till the moment widens.
And I am called back,
for a new parade.
.
All in a moment
I take some breaths.
And find myself
in an empty hall.
Without the poets of war.
Self lies motionless.
Thinking nothing at all.
Till the moment widens.
And I am called back,
for a new parade.
.
A Wandering Poet 