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Mar 2014
I was walking in the desert.
The shadow was long
when the dunes went silent
and I sank to my knees
staring at the skies.

Past an abandoned drum
wailing in the winds,
where a half-buried mask
peeps out of the sand.

When the rain came
it poured out in torrents
and I had no place
to hide my soul.

Forefingers to thumbs,
I strain my eye to look through
the rummage of life.

Or on the tree
in the river island?

But it is like the song
that you know you remember
but can't put words to:
looping in and out,

Where did I leave my heart?

It's hard to tell,
when the love dried up
like the river in the desert.
'tree in the river island' is a reference to the crocodile and monkey story from the Panchatantra: a version - http://cexams.com/panchatantra/index.php?story_id=36

Allusion to the treacherous path of life that steals our hearts...
Prabhu Iyer
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Prabhu Iyer  Quantum Dot
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