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Undeciphered
Undeciphered
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This lake in the middle
Of town, surrounded
By bamboo, datepalm,
Deodar, maple, once
Spoke a language .
We heard while draining
Our vessels.
Neither the heat nor
The snow, marked a
Shift then.
In our faiths, or in its
Waters that pushed
Us alongside banks.
Branching on moments,
We listened to her murmurs
More, flared by the fire of
A strange obstinacy.
The lake is quiet now,
Her mouth blistered
With mauls of a fresh
Language as her lips
Stapled by strokes
'Undeciphered'.
