A breath to catch
breath
Amidst a whiff
of gentle storm
The swirl of
still life intermittently
One event after
another and sometimes
The buzz of tranquility
is a bang
The fortune to
succor wish
And actions to
beckon luck
The pilfered
grains to hide in soil
Dissolve in the
extended furrows
Germinate life
back skyward
For a perpetual
harvest of mind
The dreams hatch
from brittleness
To sprout a plentiful
of surfeit.
2111
Delhi
23.40 hrs
1.1.24
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