Let

Let then proclivities rule the day
Till shadows hit the waters

And winds change in ways
Unmeasured and abrupt 

This cumbersome-ness of breath etched 
upon windowpanes 
deepens by the coolness of air 
a burden far too great 
to carry all along

Seasons hunt for inlets

a nonchalant flood 

a disproportionate rushing-in 

dimness, perfunctory

assays of molten
thought and desire 

run heavy on days

and years and months

How then to refuse the little 
respites of exultation 

bubbling in the rivulets

of life.

..

Anant Dhavale

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