Song sans syllables
Leave it all alone, be it that way
Leading all the way, know it is done
Whose it is is the silly question
Of those it came thru’ is redemption
Being born and bearing till reborn
Of shame shorn and sharing till worn
Ignored breeze and a due forfeit
Missing sheets of my blown away thoughts
No one owns the vultures falling dead
Long live carcasses ‘diclofenac’ed .
Step after step in the sacred stretch
Stop after stop in pared-down patch
Going the whole way in gentle highs
Sinking with lows of soporific sighs.
For PD's India Arie Contest