Ask me not
To fly like an ash, that
You hold power
In burning flesh
But,
A ray of hope
Ever ready
To give
Thousand suns
To wishes, crushed
In deeper thoughts, hidden
Behind the golden dreams
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Like some latter day Borges,this author’s inimitable work blurs the lines between the surreal and the mundane.
So much thanks dear Sir for exacting details by thy caring words.
Another poem of Tapeshwar’s in which we find startling imagery.Well done.
So much thanks for the blessing dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji!
Totally agree with Louis!!! Surreal poem!
So much thanks Iulia for pulling up the collective mind! Regards