In The Language Of The Sun

In the language of the sun
I am proceeding ahead,
But not from east to west.
I am there in between
These two words, though.

I am the rock of the time,
That is there in me,
Keeping my brief history
I am on my own balcony.

I walk on the bridge
That has no existence.
I read poetry that has
No words, though
All are mine.

by Gajanan Mishra

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