From The HeavensA Poem by Sujash I. PurnaMy reflection on a long walk through some rain soaked city streetsListen to those quiet old streets, A throng of old people, Soaked with years they’ve gone through Bending meekly and closing their eyes, You’ll hear them if you close your eyes. Notes fall from the heavens As if on this earth’s piano roll Arpeggio from the heavens Gray angles play them overhead I have never seen god, but now We have a friendly rendezvous, In the streets I walk And now I see his tears. Listen here, the lapping of tiny oceans, And the croaks of delight From the sneaking strangers Or listen, the Apsaras, They have deigned to dance on earth than in heavens Their fairy-tale robes kissing the mud, the water. Or the strings of a Sitar, That echoes from the blossomed clouds. Or if you’re tired like me, Let’s take a seat beside those Who with their all life loathe this day, As their homes get washed away Drenched to their skin they wait for the sun God doesn’t live here for them You can find him in those lanky edifices. O look at those naked but happy toddlers! They know not what life can be Being the debris of a society Hah, only were they blessed by these tears God cries from the heavens… © 2011 Sujash I. PurnaAuthor's Note
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Added on March 27, 2011Last Updated on March 27, 2011 AuthorSujash I. PurnaKirksville, MOAboutWotcher! I am Sujash and I ramble. I am a freshman at Truman State University from 2012(isn't it this year???!!!). I'm looking forward to a dual major in Creative Writing and Music(Performance) .. more..Writing
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