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Ah, This Path

by Venkat

Ice-Path-Virtueah, this path
a slippery slope
made of sweet ice
upon lips of my feet

can I ever cross
with no memory prints
of the past

can I ever grip
with no foot holds
left from our lineage

can I ever see
with no water cans
kept by mothers

can I ever feel clouds
with no fear of falling
written on my palm

ah, this path of virtue
can I ever traverse
with no shadow behind

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Posted on March 31, 2015 at 5:58 PM in Poetry, Venkat   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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