Hmmmm !
“Musings” ! I was averred once –
just as I was hurrying , with a bunch of them ,
clutched –
“Are better kept cupped , better closeted” .
Sagely , I remember , this well wisher ,
had continued ,“it’s a Pandora’s burden –
my friend, best left forgotten”.
“Lock , stock and barrel” – he gestured , as I stood
rooted there listening , in trance - numb .
Though continuing to clutch ,
his object of complaint – with more life ,
All four fingers and white thumb!
“No, don’t ever let the devil Cast
even a germ of a doubt and aspersion
– don’t ever think
what if ?”
“Let will not Will”
“Please , he pleaded
Not even when you feel , sick
And ill , or driven up the hill” .
“Alone , it better exist
Alone let it cease” – he had concluded .
As he patted my back
Smiled his warm smile
And briskly sped on his
Shaky old bicycle .
I mused , and , continued
The seed of doubt was gnawing
It was an itch , a , terrible
Terrible itch –
An irresistible calling , my
White thumb grew whiter still
The clutch in hand , seemed
Totally imapatient
I looked around
desperate
In this dark valley
pray who will share my burden ?
Sriram
No comments:
Post a Comment