Following the Next Long Moment
This and all other lives of mine
appear to be sprinkled in among
the flora and fauna
that abound in the landscapes
around my confinement.
Am I not the one
solely responsible for his own imprisonment
at his own will in his own house?
Is it not since long
that I have not trodden
upon these dew bathed grass beds
in the morning sun?And is not it
the melancholy of the last evening
there somewhere,that still lingers
that lingers on my ear drum?
Is not it then again,
the next invitation--
the perpetuating lull and pull
of your calm green lap to me,as like ever?
And have I been ever
less reluctant,less reactant
to end this stretch of rest
under this cool shade so earlier?
Forgive me,for I have
not yet been able to fume away
to touch and kiss the ages old remains
of all my stories and histories.
I have not yet been able
as I am still within the closed wall
of some egg shell
that is yet to crack
responding to some remote call.
O' Mom,forgive again,
but following the next long moment,
I must be born!
Copyright © Sudarsan Mishro | Year Posted 2017
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