Ganesh Prasad's Blog

A fallen dry leaf hits the cracking drier earth-- Summer's on its way. A goer sits down beneath a banyan tree, exhausted with thirst. Who's chirping sweetly? Is it a mirage of bliss-- I heard... I beheld. You're stepping away. Rains, winters and springs are gone-- Summer's on its way...

A fox septet is a poem of thirteen lines with syllabic pattern 3,5,7,9,7,5,3,5,7,9,7,5,3. To make it more difficult I've written my fox septet as a palindrome, i.e. it reads the same on inversion. :-) You, in voids of stories untold, sing poems and ballads of truth- heartless and rough. You endure feelings, internal strives during hours dark living in nothingness. In living dark hours during strives, internal feelings endure you-rough and heartless. Truth of ballads and poems sing untold stories of voids in you.