SILENCES

Chased away by the human bazaars

Silence fled into the hills.

Time flows like water slipping

Out of the fingers,

Seasons like spiders weave

Lines in the valleys of the eyes.

Drop by drop when I sip the silence of hills,

I cannot even excuse my own heart

Which pulsates disturbing beats.

I measure the forest with the song of a bird

Or with the meandering stream,

When saffron flames run amuck like

Crowds of sanyasins in the forest,

I embrace the bodies of trees and listen

To their heartbeats, I cry loudly.

~Seshendra~

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