Boat struggling
Other bank beckoning
Rudderless!
Waves rise
Clouds quenched
Of thirst
Does sun rise
And sun set, set
Day and night apart?
Starlit or
Starless sky
Deceiving stillness
Earth and sky
Shrink enough
To cuddle in my palms
I long to introduce you
To the sky and the earth
Occupying my palms
Not that I know them
But I wish you meet them
When will you come?
When birds
Fly nestward
Or...? ? ?
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compressed-life-in-three-liners/
