Myself


I saw a shooting star fall gracefully

I saw a titanic rolling wave break majestically

I saw a fiery fountain

Of liquid lava sizzling down

All these prepare me

To lean into the oblivion.

Who is my companion?

My hopes and aspirations

After a brief interval

My despairs and depressions

They take turns and keep my company

Even on wide wide seas!

I’m free — as free as a butter fly

I grew up and embraced fear—religion

My fears yielded to new fears

I can’t shun them; they became my blood

I’m a bitter fly with my wings clipped!

I can’t fly but only hop and lose my balance.

P.Gopichnad & P.Nagasuseela

festivalpoetry@yahoo.com

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