Sea is drawing some inarticulate lines
On the walls of the heart; 
In the light that flows from the wound
I am skipping pages of life
Outside
The sky is dropping stars in sorrow
I lay down
On the silver towel spread by the moon
To see
What secret what star
Will whisper when –
Firefly , making dark journeys in the moonlight
Forgot a bundle of sentences on the way -
- Seshendra Sharma
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