Friday, 14 February 2014

LOST



Lost
                   Sagar Saurav


The path we followed
had no light
or even darkness

The mountain that stood once
blended with the river

Who knows
when and what comes floating
on the river

Even if you travel with the speed of spirit
The oar of the boat was lost
long ago

Now
they are drawing bridges
on both sides of the river



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