Think, <br />of dew frosted leaves <br />fallen, to mulch rot, waiting <br /> <br />of stimulant decomposing <br />and tender sprout climbing <br /> <br />of stabbed, wounded tree <br />white rubber resin tears, crying <br /> <br />of cigar weeping <br />smoke, tendrils upwards floating <br /> <br />of the pooled breath, <br />the shared lung then existing <br /> <br />of heart’s sanguine love holds <br />in the brain and desires, creases <br /> <br />of brevity of time, breath and passion, <br />lost, expressed in blinking blind gazes <br /> <br />of anguish in tearing memories <br />that float down, scattered, with photo pieces <br /> <br />of the woman exploring herself <br />seeking light in the dark places <br /> <br />Think of all these, <br /> <br />Think, <br />of some thought <br />that comes in search of me. <br /> <br /> <br />Then, of me Think<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/think-39/
