Poems
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In the molten heat of the afternoon rhyme I walk in the shade of the universe.Swept up in the fierce flow of time, I rest to ponder another verse:I wonder what is the age of this light? What light was like before the Sun?What color is the moon on a moonless night? How far a thing’s shadow
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Every year when it rains it pours, and Every year we wonder if we’ve ever Seen rains like these before. Every year we ask what’s causing this luxurious Spell of rain, if the rivers are flooding, if the parched earth is drinking, if the dams are overflowing With this bounty. Every year we hope that
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I’d frequent the stone-hewn temples of old and listen to all they’d say. They’d point to a God of stone in His hall, to Him they’d ask me to pray. In time I learnt to carry the peace beyond the temple doors. Outside the sky was burnt and blue and birds were out in force!
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On letting go of expectations…
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On becoming…
Rohit Nalluri 