XII. The Beginning

XII. The Beginning

 

The beatings of the bells --

the sun shall shine

over the broken walls

of Shiva temple.

 

The paused storm;

a young one amidst the dead leaves

all wait for a new start,

a new beginning.

 

What the old man wanted was

just the re-packed version

of the lost story -- to be alive again

to make a new start

from the desert of the distant past .

He said:

‘I’m forced by the five senses

to fear the five senses !’

What is waited for, is a story

I not know

But when I search for more

I see a vacant paper

where a vague memory

threat to linger !

 

 

 

 

 

Done