Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Aruna Subramanian


Flying across
the blue spread sky
flapping my wings
filled with thoughts,
Swimming across
the squirming stream
wandering the mountains
wrapped with trees,
Splashing on the rocks
Drowning in the falls
Rising formless
I roam in ruins
on the quest
of those tenders’ tracks
that erased all
little clues.


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