Best Placesgreen Poems
Alien, invader
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The green shadow sits on my terrace of slanting night,
a night, which has escaped the tortuous alleys of unalleviating city.
The shadowy invader, the alien, the lonesome foreign body
watches the clusters of bright sparkles and trails,
in oiled rhythm, of mechanical creatures.
It comes to its mind
whether
human are like their machines too.
A soft wind rises from Ganges;
a blind bat becomes alert of the alien presence;
the fire on the dumping ground hisses.
It is different landscape.
Theirs is more barren.
Still, the alien likes its planet
and to the creature we are also aliens.
The green shadow sits on my terrace, every slanting night,
seeing us with a soft distance, seeking dispassionate resemblance,
not quite understanding, through the glass of a reverse telescope.
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