The flowing rock
Sitting molten on a still rock
Amidst sonorous desert dunes
Where cacti manage to bloom
Faint reflection of floral bounty
Tied by a strand of my own self
That holds the stacks together
Which otherwise would fall apart
And flow into the passing life..
Weaving songs of silence
Painting a blank canvas
Counting the sky between stars
If only you can perceive !
Delhi
23.11 hrs
16.6.20
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