Circular Way Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Circular Way

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Circular way..thoroughly overwhelmed darkness..
A dead world-tree my carriage.

Who is the driver ?

On the branch a nest made of withered thunder and lightning.
Tranquillity, the black flying-fox layed eggs and hatching

Breaking the shells coming out cosmic kiddies one by one.

Monday, May 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: creation
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