Living in
The way to hide
For
a seeker
Hiding places
Mother’s womb
Before born
Trunks and rock caves of nature
In
child hood
Limbs and lips of wife
As grown up
Aspiring twinkling eyes
Of
children
As greying
Day by day
Tagged in spatial chord
In the treasured tones
Like sprouting flowers
Of abodes
My
Feet
Search its unattested prints
On
the virgin soil
To transmit the
Fragrance back home
(8-6-13)
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