Respite

I desire, nothing
Of sort
Sliding down
The spires
Of heavenly minarets

My worldly respite, comes
Of its own accord;
Spilling the waste:
The life sludge
Feeders of termites and vermins

I desire, nothing
Of sort
Coming by its course
To grip my age
Again and again

My worldly respite
Was born a long ago
When I was there, nowhere
To be found
In skies and beyond

6 thoughts on “Respite

  1. ramesh rai

    My worldly respite
    Was born a long ago
    When I was there, nowhere
    To be found
    In skies and beyond

    Resonance of emerging soul expresses the journey of life.

    Reply
    1. tapeshwar Post author

      I am utterly humbled by thy precious denouement of the whole lot, dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.

      Reply

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