in the footnotes of my existence, <br />some unutterings, <br />clasped to my chest, <br />I weave as the distant image, <br />of the forgotten galaxies, <br />of my sighs and afterthoughts. <br /> <br />one unashamed tear flows, <br />as the remnant of my remembrance, <br />the earning of my lifetime, <br />entombed, <br />in one spherical profundity. <br /> <br />the porous crust of my being, <br />becomes one speck of creation. <br />the unexpressed takes birth in me, <br />and with the sublimity of my meaning, <br />I forthcome in generations…<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fulfilment-5/
