That gravel patch

Wretched ditch

There lies

Unpardoning quest

Surreal, waiting.

Headless pots

Walking with crutches

Without a ketch

Piercing noise

Sulking breaths

Beckoning journey

Unknown to the Zombies

The craft has a mast

Flying birds sing

Romancing the drift

Everybody’s path

Trodden by hundreds

Nobody’s lamb

Million hidden shreds

Laughing life

Breathless crawl

A kingfisher’s bet

On a tiger’s prowl

Paths etched

The wretched soul’s grit

Journeying through the ditch

Shared is the canoe.


Vinathe Sharma

April 2016




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