An evocative poem about nature and philosophical realities of life by Ashoka.
Over the loneliness of the sea
and its waves softly crying to themselves
there hangs a tomorrow
suspended like the wish
between a waiting and a memory!
Rummaging through the marble stars
that seemed so dead
night’s fingers got singed
It is a realisation
of the ruthless inevitability of death
when one is already born.
©Ashok Jahnavi Prasad
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