Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 14, 2014

LONE TRAVELER~by Indira Sadanandan




I am standing alone
On the shores of turbulent silence
The moon is blazing like the ego of a poet
Who comes out after bathing in the flow of
Foaming literature
The stars are like the holidays making
Red holes on the calendar sheet of a month
The darkness filled in the woods is as a poet
Celebrating his suzerainty when he becomes
The drinking vessel of loneliness wherein
The intoxication is being filled and drained
The truths from the unfathomable depths
Become clear before the eyes
When The vested interests are strongly aimed at
And ungratefulness being highly inflamed
My words are becoming the long beams of
An yellowish lamp
Which breaks the waves and swim forward
And embraces the shorelines of loneliness,
It wipes out the crystals of my own shadow.

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