Message: If You Follow Me....
I will walk through the maze of your madness and over the marsh of your
mediocrity and fly over your territories so vast that no one remembers their
boundaries trying not to notice the unexpected gloom that creeps upon me when
your garden grows nights and try to leave unhurt, untouched keeping my own
light undimmed
What will you do? My garden unlike yours is a coffee cup untouched
hidden from view by the bedstead I am scared to lift the edges of the cover or
even to dangle my foot over and face the monster feeding on the empty bottles I
throw
The pigeon paces the ledge muttering, circling and gutturally impatient
His vision of the bajra, pouring from a bottle one in each peck,
reaching his gut, filling his vacuum silences him for a while; a memory of
being fed
Silence demands food, jaws move making their own conversations filling a
need to say and to be heard while the flab settles comfortably on the bones
bogging their enthusiasm to get going on the run for there is nowhere really to
go so the flab demands to be fed again and in the middle of doing nothing and
seemingly everything your message seems a troll, excuse me I am laughing now
Bajra is pearl millet, the most widely grown variety of the cereal, accounting for half of the world's production because it is well adapted to conditions of high temperature, drought, low soil fertility, and soils with high salinity or low pH. Thus it can grow in areas where other cereal crops, such as maize or wheat, cannot, It has been cultivated in India since at least 2000 BCE
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