The Missed Train April 9, 2009
Posted by Geetanjali in Poetry, Writing.Tags: missed, Poetry, train
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there is this version for him and
another, and the other will
be this version, for her
the insurgence of now
no matter, the fire where it
burned, the embers remain
of a long pause and now
breathe.
wisdom, I laugh
no pain, no gain
and I lie here when I say
there is a another train to catch
I will never reach
the same place
I will never know the place again
when it is bathed in us
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