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Opening into the darkness

Rays erupt on a winter morning.
As buds erupt on shankhapushpam
Flowers, the clouds thunder among
Silent birds. As lightning in search
of earthing, His feet praying for nirvana,
the wanderer thirsts. Much of what he’s
Learned, must now be unlearnt anew,
Alone in a noisy train with lonely men
He rumbles wordless into the night mist.

(Published in Whispers as part of the "Captivating Titles" activity, July 2016)