Soul change
In the river there was utter confusion
The boulders were not all that sure
And the hot brown sand felt disoriented
They saw the Sunday bazaar on the banks
The images were there, those shadows
That played in the walls of the dug holes
Filled with darkness where sand was
That removes fear of darkness elsewhere.


The shallow waters dealt with the bridge
On which people went up and down.
The grass swayed gently on the bed
When the wind called in the noon.
Everything was the same, even the buffalos
And their eyes were vacant as always.

The still water was green and cool
Only the machines no longer whirred
And their men no more shouted in the wind.
The boulders wondered, everything the same,
Why only the water felt different this time.



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nisheedhi
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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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