by Mousumi Roy
ON THE GRAPH
THE SWINGS
OF PENDULUM
BENDS OUT IN
SMOOTH CURVE....
THE SILENT GROPE
OF THE MOON
AMONG THE STARS
AND THE HEART BEAT....
MOTIONLESS SHIPS
IN THEIR MORNING
DROWSE-FILLED
LIFE AT ALL THE SAME
WAS STORED ALL THERE..
THE PROMISE
SEEMED FAR AWAY
AS IF AN EON
WAS DAWNING.....
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Published: 4/14/11 · Author's Page · Next Poem