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Sunday, 11 March 2012

The New Wall

In the depths of mind’s ocean
An alien particle pricked
Like a microscopic irritant.

A poet chose to shut himself
For shelled life is to create pearls,
Isn’t it?

Then a window would be an innovation
When the whole mind could be free
For how else
Can a roof be without walls?

(This poem appeared on Kritya).

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