The Emanations

I listen to a converstation.
It continues with an edge,
moves with a momentum,
turns and twists as often,
beats me down for a moment.

They call the stars for accuracy.
The moon remains as an underwriter,
Affirm by the sun. The hillocks
provide them support.
I stumble not once but several times.

What do they talk? I am lost.
Their words are implausible. They go
for hours together. Could it be an exercise
of vanity? Sounds quixotic.
Wish to be away from such emanations.





By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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