Damned
Vast skies tenting to infinity,
Belittling my little petty vanity,.
The free air surged across wide,
Giving direction to those that lacked as if a perfect guide,
I ranted and raved with my woolly neurons,
Things were not right and terribly gone,
I mad like waived and looked,
I fell free and was not tethered to any hook,
The earth felt cold and aloof,
Even from the inside of my leather boots,
No one was in sight,
To whom I could relate my fright,
Alone and terribly so,
It all encouraged my uncertainty to grow,
Puzzled, perplexed to no end,
Questions did not get the answers bent,
They were all straight,
And questions were not caught,
Confused and afraid of loss,
I decided on a coin toss,
With each toss I moved one step,
Knowing that it might be wrong perhaps,
I kept on doing that,
Till I did not stumble and fall flat,
It went on for long,
Sometimes I walked straight and at others oblong,
I would be damned and real bad at that,
That finally I did reach the other end and lay on the mat.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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