शुक्रवार, फ़रवरी 26, 2010

AbAnDoNeD..




Cast me low
to dusty
ground,

no echo now
of fading
whimper

scatter my
ashes
to moaning wind.

Past tears,
I yearn for
cold demise.

Dry eyes
stare vacantly
at

nothing;

my star
has dissolved,
receded into
blackness.

A butt end,
I am hollow,
discarded nest of
swooping swallow;

disperse my
seedless soul,

let it fall
on cracked
barren
wilderness

where poets'
cries
are muted.

I long to lie
with yesterday's
ghosts.

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