Learning

by Satish Verma   Oct 12, 2016


Can you freeze the years?
Untrammeled mind?
Why lost in consoles, for
hurting odyssey?

Why we did not meet
in unhearing range?
Like the grassy lips
of silken stings?

A moon?
behind us the war machine
was walking.
Sunflowers had gone in a
beauty contest.

Tree lighting had begun.
Who was the night-sentry?

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