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1.The Incomplete Hour
It's half past
an hour,
And a dove
awakes.
It's half past
an hour,
An arrow is
chosen.
It's half past
an hour,
everything is
still.
It's half past
an hour,
some mercy
is spilled.
It's half past
an hour,
instincts are
shadowed.
It's half past
an hour,
duties are
fulfilled.
It's half past
an hour,
and the dawn
breaks.
It's half past
an hour,
a trace of the
moon remains.
2.Roses
Open field, and
I lay there
looking at the sky
Inhaling the scent of
Love, of a single
Butterfly.
There is a beat,
which followed a preexisted
Beat, and a beat after that.
Every beat spills a shade,
A shade of certain darkness.
which succeeded the previous
Beat, and there will be a beat,
After that.
The field echoes the beats,
Darkness consumes,
The single butterfly.
***
I still lay there,
Looking at the sky,
Beats and darkness fully around.
I search for that scent,
That scent of the love lorn butterfly.
I get none, but a question
"Do you have a rose ?"
***
"Do you have a rose ?"
The scent of that question,
Now prevails.
T Mayura Priyan BA LLB BATCH 2012-17
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