ALONENESS
NEELA PADMANABHAN
A lone, distant
palmyra;
azure sea-shore
at land’s end;
low-slung horizon;
i,
alone
on the dusty soil.
Trees
drip-dri-i-p-ping
tears;
mountains
speaking silence;
men
concealing
Mind’s Visvarupa;
my shadowlines
across the deep woods.