You'll Not This Poem Here Find
A Aniruddha Pathak
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O thou trivial-torn mind!
What once lived now lies behind,
That which lies ahead of us
Has within as its locus,
And still what's here and now
Ye manage to miss somehow.
What if thine fleeting mind's fault—
These backward-forward moves halt,
And come to a screeching grind,
Well, this poem you would not here find.
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Musings |17.04.13 |
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