IN THE ANTICIPATION
OF AN ALPINE ADVENTURE
COMES TORRENT AND PRECIPITATIONS
IN SPITS OF RAIN
AND DASH OF CARE
GRAY STAINS SMUDGES
BLACK INK SMEAR
AS THE WIND BLOWS IN THE BLUES
WHEN PRAYERS ARE NOT ENOUGH
COZ THERE ARE THINGS THAT CANT BE WON
AND SOME ONE IS ALWAYS LEFT BEHIND
LIKE DEWS
LIKE PINK
ON THE WHITE OF AN AZALEA
THE STORY RECURS
IN GREEN-YELLOW-RED
THEN ALL YOU NEED IS
A CLIMB DOWN
DOWN !!DOWN !!
DOWN
INTO A SUB-ALPINE GAME PLAN
CROSS A FEW STREAMS
FOR FROM THE MIST
IN SOME UNKNOWN TURN
WHO KNOWS??
A WILD SURPRISE
IN AN UNTOUCHED
WET BEGONIA
THAT MAY HAVE SPRUNG
SO WHO CARES IF ??
THE MILLIES BLUSH PINK
LET THERE BE MERRY
BY THE KITCHEN SINK
AS THE CHINESE LANTERNS
SHINE PROUD
IN OBLIVIOUS AMNESIA
OF SEWA-LUNG MA'S
DRAPES & SHROUD
AND ALL YOU PAY
IS A WET FEET
IN RUNNING STREAM
IN THE MEMORY OF
A DILAPIDATED DREAM.
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DEDICATED TO THE TAGORE PHILOSOPHY
WE HAVE PUSHED TO DELIBERATE AMNESIA.
WITH A NO SINGLE REASON WHY ?
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