The sparkle of astonished soul
Enchanted at the unfolding life
In quest of another opportunity
To the virtue within,gets doused.
A sense of déjà vu staggers
The mystical journey in woods
The groping and staggering in deep
Where intertwined foliage blinds
The piercing rays of blazing sun
One dares not stare into the sky
And unable to find a way within
Clasping at slithering support
With limbs slimy in profuse perspiration
The fangs of venomous sympathy
That sting with a smile in the dark
Disenchanted by this blow of succour
The puerile self fails again
Forged repeatedly by the reality
The brittle child is smashed and buried
Till when everytime we peep within
The mirror wears a different mask
When things mean us and we the things
Where is the in-valuable ‘I’ in the re-aging?
Delhi
2351
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