SURREALISTIC
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Manas Bakshi (India)
Fluffy white clouds
Moving around a full moon
Like some incomplete poems
Surrounding the mind of an unsung bard --
The inanimate moon withstands
Human beings entering into it,
Exploring the truth of its inner substance
At the centre and in the periphery,
Hidden treasure if any
Behind the dark caves and disfigured stones,
An introvert unrewarded poet cannot but
Takes sometimes own route
Amid the secrets of
Winter night, astral consonance
And vision of Siberian birds
Covering long and wide distance
To complete a surrealistic poem
Incipient in an alien land.
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