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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Poessay: Rosary 15 - The Drop

queries go abegging
folded away
in the timeless embrace
of waves on shore

emerging from the icicle
falling
on the blade's edge
sliding
to the hungry vortex
of boundless queries
of parched throats dry eyes

is the drop aware
it is neither a way-post
nor a destination

qatrON ki gardish maiN
yeh qatra hO ya woh qatra
qatra qatra ker jata hay

undeterred, journeying
from lip to eye to
ocean, cloud, snow, rain
spring, river, sea
endless circumambulation
the drop - a querysperm
in the enduring waltz
of fermenting queries

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