The labyrinth 1719

My flag pierces the zenith

Wow ! Finally the peak here

Kneels below my tattered sole

Perhaps the flag in my pocket

Kept my feet on the steep slants

When my shoe was often  ruptured

By shark jaw like rocky blades .

The pain has now been paid well

By the demanding glory of time.

From atop the tiny world bows

The people come out of their anthill

And the farms merge onto closer skies

The labyrinth we weave around ourselves

Often traps the poor spider in his own net

For we forget the way to a free world

The spiralled toil on beaten tracks

Every now and then bring us back

To the destination from where we start

When things become emotions

And when people become things

The I is reduced to a mere coagulation

Of the lost paths inside the maze

For often we fear of ceasing to be

We still do not know why we are .

Delhi

1719

12.12 hrs

13.1.18