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Meghna Kaul |
Beyond The Fence
I always try to peep beyond my reach, a sense of unknown, untread, unvisited mesmerizing the regular rut of life, like the clock that ticks unnoticed though measuring the immeasurable time, that slips like the smooth sand escaping my palm beyond the fence, the wide expanse
beckoning a mystery
a sense of surrender to the supreme master
the world is a stage and past is the glass beyond which there is eternity
the grey sky is the silence
that precedes the first dew of the morning
the gossamer shed
a mystic call
the petals uncurl
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