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“Don’t ask when, which song

To whom I dedicated.

In the dusty wayside

They are lying about for those

Who feel for them.

 

Have you heard my voice

Have you embraced them in your heart

I don’t know your name

I am giving in your hand

This love of my very own soul”

—Rabindranath Tagore

 

Countless pebbles were strewn

all over the dust in the open.

I took one in my hand.

It felt soft

and began singing in a liquid voice.

This world turned shadowy; faded out.

Infinity opened its eyes.

I was immersed, melted

owning them all.

 

 

 

 

Posted for Opening to the Muse-dVerse Quadrille # 16

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