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Invite!
My only theme -5 years or more brought,
But I care not: the bards had more choice.
Fiends that conspired to lodge a wedge,
Time, fate, pedigree -in heydays did rejoice.
Was it our playful recklessness that sent the invite?
Well! Words not yet stale, zest, time deign not dull,
Passions, still aglow, enough to draw spite
Breaths so short; marring measure fight.
Surging let the tsunami seas devour, or globe warm to the core,
Pollute the opulent seas, spade the earth, draw the hopeless future to its knees,
I shall not cross his play with destinies or a heedful word utter,
Provided, he sends you in my path, like in a star’s dwindling sight, blazes a glowing meteor.
No longer to live a life in respite; but in glare of full sunlight,
Lest you not recognize me in my grab of grime and dirt,
Must I wait for some secret sense to point you out?
Or will a familiar hand grab me for life and remove the doubt.
We may not at these crossroads again stand,
Then let’s go without a backward glance, the fiends are just behind.
8th Dec-2011
poem
by
Seema joglekar
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