Disappearing green in small pieces
a summer night's breath on dry window panes
never a dream led to believe
of rivers that vanished without rains.
Masters of the willows never wept
when stripped of honour in everyday shame
angry birds died in granular sky
wind galleries shrieked for songs that never came.
Mesmerising!!
ReplyDeleteAstonished! Its breathtaking, Sudeep.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking...you are the Master - of the masters of the willows.