The feast



The feast is on,
The Invitation
Is for all,
little sparrows,
bended oaks,
wild lions, water lilies,
kings and queens
dancing around
The sun.

A small frost,
Sits quiet
On wet skin of time,
Watch,
what is on…

Time
moves in and out.
Her form melts
in pair of shoes.
Nature of flow,
keeps her neutral,
Witness
to her transform.

Completion of the feast
Unfolds quietly
On the white cloth,
bread crumbles,
wine stains,
Grease of kakab ,
Stains all over.

Yet,
All guests
Smile
When
Gifts are
opened.

© Serena Devi, Feb 2011

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