Amid a desert
Flaunting a pen
Walks a poet
Without a cap
A poem hangs
Far above, beyond
Words come and go
Words for the desert sand
They slowly atomize
On and above the sand
Song becomes whisper
Poem melts in heat
There is no cap to a poet’s pen
No cap on the poet’s head
No cap on flow of thought
In desert- or on a sea shore
No paper
Or computer
Thoughts alone
Melt in Eternity
Hariharan Balakrishnan
05.06.2010 10.56 pm
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