Seshendra Sharma Poet Prose Poetry

The Horizon

Folding the sky , horizon descended 
Into me vertically 
In me the forests , rivers , mountains , villages and towns
Become straight line , curves , triangles circles and 
run into a pulsating drop 
rivers turn back and flow into the hills
the hills go in to their caves ,
men are merging  into the trees , trees are 
merging into flowers , flowers into  fruits , fruits
into  seeds , seeds into the earth and earth
into the skies; the sky merges into the horizon
the horizon unfolds the sky and flies out of me
and resting on the sea horizontally , again , keeps
gazing at the worlds of stars ,
keeps calling me , come , come , come .......
                                                                           - Seshendra Sharma                                                              
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