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I'M Blind

The wings of imagination,
the flights of fantasy,
the sky of puffy clouds,
the rays of rising sun,
the clamness of moon
     encrusted upon the stars,
     have brought me down today.

I ponder continually
in the ensconced shell of mine
with inchoate thoughts creeping into it,
discovering the flood touching my feet.
The water
  Rising slowly,
     and slowly
   englufing my ankle,
       my knee,	     
     and….
Yet I continue to dabble
  to explore the fire it immures,
    to affix the values of richness-
    on the immutable fallow poverty.

And I feel someone near me,
   consoling me.
    “Hey dear! Don’t weep, I’m with you”
    “Hey dear! Don’t smile, I’m with you”
but,
  the vocabulary has changed today!

The persons around me
  have brought with them
  pieces of burnt chandan wood
  as the proof of the fact
  that ‘someone’ died-
  ….. a millions years ago.
But ‘his’ funeral pyre burns ‘there’
	and burns endlessly….
And,
  They force me to rise,
	to move,
     to the places undestined,
     throught the roads never travelled,
   ‘the road’
    which perhaps leads to the ‘pyre’
and I saunter frigidly
with my eyes closed.

Now,
  Even the darkeness can’t encompass me
  which has desceneded in ‘my’ eyes
       As I’m blind.

Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2005

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