When Some Flowers Are Waking Up
written by: Aneek Chatterjee
@anikchat
When some flowers are waking up
from their deep slumber in remote hills,
in a crimson dawn,
I wish to gift you the moment.
When a crowd is surging in rush
office hours, for a very precious train,
I wish to gift you
the invaluable train, empty.
When the lonely sailor on a
boat in a forgotten river, blares out
his favorite song, I wish to gift
you the lyric and the river.
Imagine miles of hot, red sand
under a blazing sun and you
need to walk on …
A camel, invisible, is ready to shoulder you further.
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