A Milestone
I wish to be
A meditating milestone
Half buried in the Earth
Never weather-beaten
A perfect visible union
Of Time and Space
Receiving the piss of dogs
And the service of a Surveyor
With complete poise and peace
Waiting and watching the moving cars
Which fly to and fro ,I wonder why it is so
I stand with a painted and numbered face
Witnessing the unending traffic along the road
Prof. R . B . Varma
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