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Untried Verse

by Ashutosh Ghildiyal

There it comes
Like a pebble dropped in a still pond
Making unknown ripples
With the few stray drops of water
Flying just above the surface

I keep my eager net ready
The empty drum beats
I catch the notes drifting in mid-air
And with one flash of a sudden glance
The organization and the categorization commence

Like a weaving bird
I gather the straws that come my way
And like a recreational jeweler with ready pearls
I string my thought pieces
Into a musical necklace of untried verse

Copyright © 2009 by Ashutosh Ghildiyal

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