Prerna - The Rabbit

Reaching the hill where the house was built,

Dipped in the fragrance of the love they felt

I was asked to fill the ruins with my self.


I sat in the middle

Of the house and the hill

Perched on the hollow

The piercing sun,

yellow.


Falling deeper

In the dark mist

Blazes of lightning

Some gray, some dark- green


Embraced by the in - sight

Washing my in – sides

Falling deeper in – to

The spiral within my – self.


I saw someone scurrying by with a coat and a clock

Guess it was the rabbit

I was tracking,

With the sun above, the hollow within and the dead beneath

me.