(From my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue')
Ahead
lies the junction
I
rest a while on the stone slab laid
for
a way-farer’s head-load;
it’s
an entangled route of
withering
woods and faltering brooks.
I
thought the terminus was nearer;
but
the road made it a mess.
the
reaching evening accumulates
the
tedium of the journey.
I
know I’m not lost;
for
Velako always assures, ahead lies
a
junction to ask for direction,
with
someone waiting to lead.
evening
breeze grazing over
this
dead wood refreshes me.
Stars
will light my way;
guide
along, on the bay.
Faith
implants a stone slab
as
the junction lies ahead;
and
lend a long rope to
hold
until stars awake.
The
rain -starved Velako
train
you to keep up guts
with
its silent message of
dejection and junction
Vaiyavan
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