Your Songs


In your* lines I’ve found my autumnal sky.

From the frozen spirit     like a skein of geese

    a hidden joy takes its soaring flight.


Fungi words sprout in my dead log heart—

where I hang my sorrow-web in dewy smile—

my tawny soul is agape at your divine art.


Your songs stir stars in my dark core.

Holding hands take me to dawn’s shore.



*refers to poet Tagore. This is my little tribute to him and his art.



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