Lost and Found

 

As God puts on new shoes and

Wets the clouds between stations,

Taps my shoulder, does grey laces

I count lost property

Along a neverending road:

I lost that diary

I lost count

I lost touch.

Now, miles away from miles high

As God puts on new shoes

I count rocks and tap my sandals,

tapping the rhythm of no sound at all.

 

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One thought on “Lost and Found

  1. Kumar Gautam says:

    Interesting…

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