Theres a slip
Between, the cup and the lip
I know your lips have
Tasted that wine
bolsted your sinews
With energies anew
taken you to fabulous realms
Where no battered dreams
Were made to rest
So that on your wilted crest
A star is born
With a crescent of a moon
But, remember that
There will be no solace
Until and when
that storm which has arisen
is made to rest
and only then
new beings
we become
God and Goddess
Shore and wave
This poem is inspired by Sadiq’s SHORE AND WAVE
Anjali
02.02.2010
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