River banks are.

Tapasya
Tapasya
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

You were the last poem I wrote
On a bankless river
Noting down streams over streams
Of death
On a piece of paper
No erasures
The last pen the last ink
The last boulder and feet falling down
And held up
You were the last poem I wrote
Bottomless sand ashen and grey
Tore it down between my feet
To reach your heart
To my last bed.

Tapasya

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Tapasya

I write poetry for myself and reports for people.