Language stripes

         There is something
intriguing
    prowling in language.

Words are casting
  long shadows,
          twitching their tales.

This is not me.

  This is the stream
of language
      that flows down

an old hill
          and enters
 a deep forest.

From time to time
           a tiger comes
and sits in it.

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Salil Chaturvedi
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