Point

I am point and now I come to it.
Between us lies the point, yours
And mine ,which is so pointless.

Again and again I come to that.
You are the point I keep stating,
When all else seems   pointless.

The cricket is point on silence.
My ears take its point at dawn,
In a temple song and pointless.

Cricket is a point in my silence
With the God’s song and crow,
Soon to drown in sea of sound.

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