I walk on a rain soaked road
And the sun yawns as I do,
Scope to burn brighter, like me,
As noon progresses and life.
The giant cotton blanket,
Pulled off by mother wind, moon
Fades, finicky finery
As middle aged mango shines
And nature's smithy is closed,
And goes along- its masterpiece-
Moon, in whose wait, snail paces,
Slow, snaily, smiley and taupe
Vying with time and death, so
Dumb, in a maelstrom, or in
A one sided affair with
The faded silver lover
Or lost in omniscience
Or lost in its own spiral
Shell, gawping at its long path
Laughing at my longer path...
~Ajay
July 2017
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