The feast

The feast is on,
The Invitation
Is for all,
little sparrows,
bended oaks,
wild lions, water lilies,
kings and queens
dancing around
The sun.

A small frost,
Sits quiet
On wet skin of time,
what is on…

moves in and out.
Her form melts
in pair of shoes.
Nature of flow,
keeps her neutral,
to her transform.

Completion of the feast
Unfolds quietly
On the white cloth,
bread crumbles,
wine stains,
Grease of kakab ,
Stains all over.

All guests
Gifts are

© Serena Devi, Feb 2011

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