The Time That Is Moving Round Me Now 1 - 3
1
some are going ahead
some are going back
having my fingers wielded
on an old type-writer
i’m thinking what should i do
a pretty long time passed away
since the village alphabet
had bade me farewell
in my recent thinking
there is a severe harikiri
the song
that i have sung in a deep forest
in front of the wild flowers
now when i am sitting
under the ceiling-fan
of the heaven
i can see that both
the lyric and the tune of the song
have vanished
2
this morning
i’ve woke up little earlier
to observe the dawn
the flags of my behaviour
are posted in the grass-land
around me
no one should take them
as the handkerchiefs of
a demon
a group of people is harvesting
the paddy of the spring-season
i too join them to remember
the water-game of the ducks
i’m speaking less
or keeping mum
but there remains so many topics
to be discussed
the battle of the ballots…
the global recession…
the climate-change…
the terrorism…
the joint-force…
3
i’ve made a thorough discussion
with myself
so many arguments which lead to
even so much fighting
i see that there has been not
much lamentation or brooding
not much grief or sorrow
not much tension or anxiety
of my own
all the time
surrounding me only is a grey
non-attachment
and a joy sans any emotion
then i think
if the rose can forget its sorrow and distress
why should I remember them
with so much pain and pancreatic problems
Copyright © Murari Sinha | Year Posted 2010
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