Like an elephant camouflaged
By a strand of burnt grass
Within the realm of smoky night
Diminishes into invisibility
So does the emotion freeze
Saddled on a throbbing heart
Spurred by pulsating breath
The reins of wisdom arrest
The pounding gallop of mind
It is there but not to be seen.
Then the trumpet blows
The wood that was dead
Suddenly the caves echo
The trees swing upon breeze strings
Once your dreams alight
On the branch of dark night .
Delhi
2074
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