Rudimentary
Hate as much as you wish,
but the jerk,the jolt,the pound,the thrust
experienced by a tender drop
happen to be the sharp engravings
upon the chest of the robust rock.
Never trained to peep cautious,
never taught to note whispers
the wounded embryo recovers soon
to find that neither the market noise
nor even the mid day light
but it is some dim remote wink
that almost snatches it's world of rights.
Was it the only key
to all the worlds to be explored-
it knows not how to answer,
and knows not even how to ask,
but rudiments meant for the purpose
ease ahead all it's work.
It then seeks to be alone
and seeks to ruminate
with it's lonely available tooth.
It then learns to hide and learns to seek,
and learns to do things that one cannot speak.
It starts to disbelieve
everything that it comes across
and delves into the dangerous depths
to find each time a new truth.
And now,perhaps this reversal
of the waves of pain that spread
from all around to the ever itching naval,
soothes it somewhat only to return
as devastating tempests
to the calm and quiet shores.
Copyright © Sudarsan Mishro | Year Posted 2017
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