LONG POEM : Part One
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Mind or thoughts have no restraining leash ; just as--
forest - dwellers have of no concrete foot -path !
Just now ;
I am resting reclined , on my River - side FLAT- balcony
and my mind makes random flights like escaped birds!
Yes , I have some definite poise and planned design in life
As a person some of my neighbors tease me as 'Talented'
yet in the way of real living , I have learnt no disciplined form
but by good luck , I have earned a comfortable and Pensioned
retied life .
On the wall near me, an old calender of bygone year hangs
and sways in wind trying desperately to get an extended stay.
On the tea table , an old tattered book with a pathetic cover ,- torn
appeals for what ?
Last night , there was 'Black- out' for 2 hours in the town
yet, any Coal-tar night can't any more frighten me
Rather the chaotic and canine face of day-time, --
tease my nerves and warn me --more !
It is long - long time ; I did not visit ' CORBET Park ' of animals
Now , after living in modern Metropolis-life , I have lost
further interest in canine World-s .
I already told in the beginning that :
Mind and thoughts respect no disciplined form.
I love to bother or think on many issues -but
can hardly reach ever to a definite conclusion
In boyhood -life , I dreamed of becoming a poet
but the World made me a doctor ; even a specialist
I loved the world of Visual Art and sculpting too
Finally what I became now, was not indispensable to the Society
but saved me from poverty ; --sure .
For last two days there have been flooding Monsoon Rain
Now on concrete road , there are a few water pools and man-holes-open
All these are are almost normal ; even printed on daily News-Columns
Now in Country-side there -- reports of floods and drowning paddy lands
Yes , I have even to mention them while writing a quite Long Poem .
My Grand mother loved to tell often , - with me on her lap
that -- when I was one yr. old , it was possible for me to be dead
and some- small- sized -pit was dug for my burial
while all were waiting-weeping -- for my last gasping breath
But it happened not
and I am , even to day alive !
THEN even another time - later
I got drowned in our village pool
was found floating by chance cried for my Grand mother
Who jumped down and pulled me up
put me on her head and whirled round and round
acting like a hub of a wheel and to throw all all water out
and snatched me from the jaw of Death !
And I am again alive --now
I am ALIVE !
---even now !!
This very thought
keeps me wondering and engrossed
And since ,I have been searching
the meaning of being 'Alive'
in all the Books, Dictioaries and even in GOOGLE/Search
to know :
WHAT IS LIFE ?-- or
what is LIVING ?? !!
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Mind or thoughts have no restraining leash ; just as--
forest - dwellers have of no concrete foot -path !
Just now ;
I am resting reclined , on my River - side FLAT- balcony
and my mind makes random flights like escaped birds!
Yes , I have some definite poise and planned design in life
As a person some of my neighbors tease me as 'Talented'
yet in the way of real living , I have learnt no disciplined form
but by good luck , I have earned a comfortable and Pensioned
retied life .
On the wall near me, an old calender of bygone year hangs
and sways in wind trying desperately to get an extended stay.
On the tea table , an old tattered book with a pathetic cover ,- torn
appeals for what ?
Last night , there was 'Black- out' for 2 hours in the town
yet, any Coal-tar night can't any more frighten me
Rather the chaotic and canine face of day-time, --
tease my nerves and warn me --more !
It is long - long time ; I did not visit ' CORBET Park ' of animals
Now , after living in modern Metropolis-life , I have lost
further interest in canine World-s .
I already told in the beginning that :
Mind and thoughts respect no disciplined form.
I love to bother or think on many issues -but
can hardly reach ever to a definite conclusion
In boyhood -life , I dreamed of becoming a poet
but the World made me a doctor ; even a specialist
I loved the world of Visual Art and sculpting too
Finally what I became now, was not indispensable to the Society
but saved me from poverty ; --sure .
For last two days there have been flooding Monsoon Rain
Now on concrete road , there are a few water pools and man-holes-open
All these are are almost normal ; even printed on daily News-Columns
Now in Country-side there -- reports of floods and drowning paddy lands
Yes , I have even to mention them while writing a quite Long Poem .
My Grand mother loved to tell often , - with me on her lap
that -- when I was one yr. old , it was possible for me to be dead
and some- small- sized -pit was dug for my burial
while all were waiting-weeping -- for my last gasping breath
But it happened not
and I am , even to day alive !
THEN even another time - later
I got drowned in our village pool
was found floating by chance cried for my Grand mother
Who jumped down and pulled me up
put me on her head and whirled round and round
acting like a hub of a wheel and to throw all all water out
and snatched me from the jaw of Death !
And I am again alive --now
I am ALIVE !
---even now !!
This very thought
keeps me wondering and engrossed
And since ,I have been searching
the meaning of being 'Alive'
in all the Books, Dictioaries and even in GOOGLE/Search
to know :
WHAT IS LIFE ?-- or
what is LIVING ?? !!
_______________________
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