I stalk the sundial,
Setting aside the mathematics.
I bare myself to light and shadow
Share dusk and dawn with the swallow,
And follow the footprints on sand
As if they were my own.
The world is ripe, the seeds are sown From a 9tofiver i have grown Into a peddler of tales and rhyme While i fuel my other crimes Of creative pursuit through tune and tale And wit holds me when all else fails. So with six stringed passion and ambivalent fate I tango on, and before it gets too late.. Hope that the films and the songs dont dry.. And i hope you too will join me in flight.
1 comment:
Bonjour Soumik,
Splendid little poem.
Georg
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