a travel from country to city...a beauty INFINITE...

'o how much i miss that road...'
he muttered
as leaving off the country-
he met a flexboard...
fluttering like a beauteous form so
as if someone's dupatta flung...
as if someone longed for the freedom-
he enjoyed...
on monsoony afternoon...

'O how i miss those white swans
on a country green wide...
drenched...
and the vision of cows still grazing
oblivious
of the thundery feel
much like the state me attained...
temporary though...'
he thought...
with severe love wrought...
pained and happy terribly...
the wetness hanging loose on his blue shirt
and also on his lips...
silent throat...
singing within
happy...
loved...
be-longed...

and then
that missing
gradually,
being so happy itself,
changed everything...

for in the city...
like flooded streets
full of cars...
bikes...
horns...
clumsy...

he found a perspective
of Love...

'Christ!'
he exclaimed...
self exclamatory...

'wow...
the city  is so flooded!
that busstand bench still have a coyed couple...
that pink umbrella
with white dots
floating...
they all got music too...'
he realised...

and urban folk lore
like a heavy downpour
came
upon
him...

and he again died...

he
within one or hours two...
had death once...
happy...
and rebirths two...
happy the same...

and he thought
that lying eight...
and
Space getting entangled with Time...
I~N~F~I~N~I~T~E~

like

W~A~V~E~
coming...
to his heart...

Non Growing...
state...

But
Having
momentous energy...

Momentous...
Joy...
Faith...
Love...

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