by Devanapalli Veenavani
(Hyderabad, India)
How it becomes
a Solitary Walk ...
the path it self is a companion
bearing Paws in its palms
it is affirmed to remove
the knots of kinks
to unlock the room of destination
which immeasurable with tube rocks,
may the tread get
experience of
red looks
words in Black
flavors of Bitter…
War does not seem ...
No negotiation
Not the failure ...
It is the question of
breaking the rocks
To Look up
the opposite shore
By the last page
The blood stained foot prints
Stands as milestones
worships the distances
that travelled
Sown thoughts
as index fingers
which nourish
the new sprouts ..
By standing on a different trajectory
of multiple journeys of life
could you know how many
Brains you stir…
Being a light house in the
Middle of stereotypic sea of lives
Could you know
how many hearts you illuminate ..
Comments for Different Trajectory.
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