Read whichever way
Grief is the fate of the fated.
.
Reflection knows
The heart standing in front.
.
Dreams, doubling up
Petrify gradually
In their dance spree.
.
My breath of fancy within
evaporates
For a whiff of your consent.
.
Who is going to join
The parting ways?
.
Somebody knit
Darkness around lightning.
.
But then, who is it that speaks?
The Silence of the mirror.
.
Dr. Pulipati Guruswamy
Telugu, Indian
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