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Dilip Chitre

They Tell Me Your Colour is Blue

They tell me your colour is blue
My life-breath feeds on your inspiring luminous pastures
All that stands still or moves has turned into grass
In celebration of your much-extolled blueness

It is also said that you are unfathomable
Those who know your exact whereabouts say so on oath
I am happier to realise you in your lost but similar addresses
In your nature that spurns all limits

All awareness turns over
In a winking of your eyes
Your serpentine power looms throughout your being
It shows us our destined parts in your vast anatomy

You – from the number one to its zillionth decimal – are
A unique curvature unto yourself
That has no outer shell nor has any inner space.

THEY TELL ME YOUR COLOUR IS BLUE

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They Tell Me Your Colour is Blue

They tell me your colour is blue
My life-breath feeds on your inspiring luminous pastures
All that stands still or moves has turned into grass
In celebration of your much-extolled blueness

It is also said that you are unfathomable
Those who know your exact whereabouts say so on oath
I am happier to realise you in your lost but similar addresses
In your nature that spurns all limits

All awareness turns over
In a winking of your eyes
Your serpentine power looms throughout your being
It shows us our destined parts in your vast anatomy

You – from the number one to its zillionth decimal – are
A unique curvature unto yourself
That has no outer shell nor has any inner space.

They Tell Me Your Colour is Blue

They tell me your colour is blue
My life-breath feeds on your inspiring luminous pastures
All that stands still or moves has turned into grass
In celebration of your much-extolled blueness

It is also said that you are unfathomable
Those who know your exact whereabouts say so on oath
I am happier to realise you in your lost but similar addresses
In your nature that spurns all limits

All awareness turns over
In a winking of your eyes
Your serpentine power looms throughout your being
It shows us our destined parts in your vast anatomy

You – from the number one to its zillionth decimal – are
A unique curvature unto yourself
That has no outer shell nor has any inner space.
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