There is an element in me, a fragment of earth, <br />perhaps the most prominent one; <br />but I can't count the minute fragments of minds <br />where elements differ like mystic forms of Gods, <br />float and vanish like silky clouds. <br />In a frame of time, underneath, earth caves, <br />like a riddle melts the hills, flows like a river <br />and morning rays of dawn dangle <br />on its confused mood swings.. <br />Near that river bank, elements meet, argue, fight <br />and finally find a way to flow as a stream, <br />where in earth, I pluck my life and hide my face <br />beneath moon, allow earth to reduce <br />as soft fragment of soil and near that flowing river <br />I sit and play a song on the strings of elements.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Jan 20,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elements-10/
