by Venkat


every move of love and rage
by a gushing heart’s valve
maps to a self drawn image
on the same orbit to revolve

every sign of value and neglect
by twining of vines of thought
maps to a self shaped to reflect
as threads of the same knot

every ounce of pain and pleasure
by powered streams of blood
maps to a self in every measure
as petals of the same cogent bud

every inch of world we behold
in the roving eye of our mind
lets out a nimble truth untold
of a fine map inside, to find

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