By Malinda Meadows
This is the time
When the birds sing
Louder than before.
When more and more people
Exit through that mysterious door.
This is the time
When people far come near
Despite the six feet distance
Like a corpse to the air.
This is the time when
Lake comes to land;
When castles made of sand fall away.
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Poems of the yantra 