The hollow weight
The last swell of pompous chest
So far tied to a frivolous stump
Before the tide erupts upon stable
To dig spur into eventual gallop
The one hopeful with a leap
Thumps into the vacillating deck
After a momentary mismatch
Regains His perpetual equilibrium
Then the bundle of heaps
Plunge into the dangling vessel
And bounce back onto facade
Strangely whatever is stuffed within
Always loses its weight in the ripples..
Then the voyage commences
Sigh..with nowhere to aim at
The dartboard is empty circles
A spiral that is an open maze
Till the vessel capsizes into waters
Partially covering what it hid in veil
While some secrets float in open
Strangely those that find their weight
Sink into the bed of nothingness
That is a perpetual infinity.
Delhi
5.7.20
1.15 hrs
1866
The last swell of pompous chest
So far tied to a frivolous stump
Before the tide erupts upon stable
To dig spur into eventual gallop
The one hopeful with a leap
Thumps into the vacillating deck
After a momentary mismatch
Regains His perpetual equilibrium
Then the bundle of heaps
Plunge into the dangling vessel
And bounce back onto facade
Strangely whatever is stuffed within
Always loses its weight in the ripples..
Then the voyage commences
Sigh..with nowhere to aim at
The dartboard is empty circles
A spiral that is an open maze
Till the vessel capsizes into waters
Partially covering what it hid in veil
While some secrets float in open
Strangely those that find their weight
Sink into the bed of nothingness
That is a perpetual infinity.
Delhi
5.7.20
1.15 hrs
1866
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