Afternoon Passing Into Evening
Whether you are autumn sun or monsoon moon
is not much significant for me now
Will you stay the same in your intransigence
or you will turn a receptive river
that is the point, she said
Now you exult you love me and I you
Just as the breeze fondles the dense forest
Though I am an atheist and you a dogmatic Hindu
Will still the moon be shining as we move ahead
Along the road of snow and sun,she sounded doubtful
How can I shun my faith
Though we are in deep love
Isn't it weird in my wings both love and sadness flapping
River or hills which I should prefer I am not sure
I said while my chin on my knees
Rocks reek intransigence so do mountains
Boasting their grey insolence
Scoffing at the accommodating plains
Just look at the sugar maple calling the sun for shadows
Do they hold an intransigent rock as faith
She sounded logical
Come let’s be a receptive confluence of two rivers
Pruning the garden of our thoughts and beliefs
In consonance with the changing time and its changing values
Nothing including the sun and moon is absolute
She was assertive
I looked at the contour of a girl in the lake
Afternoon passing into evening
A flower closing its petals
An ambulance toward the hospital
Sounds of dew setting out
Not an iota of intransigence
21 July 2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
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