I walk out of my mind
Now and then..
And always find
A brown girl
Speaking the same words
in a crisp tropical accent
Speaking the same language
Millimoles and Micrograms
Looking into Green Eyes
and making yellow heads nod
Watching the thoughtful Horizon
On a windy Ferry ride back home
Analyzing the difference
and marking similarities
Going back more than often now
to where she comes from
And fighting with the eventual questions
About where she wants to go
4 comments:
:) a beautiful way to put that question..the one which haunts everyone one of us!
Very nicely done... This one touched a chord
सई,
मला हे वाचल्यावर "मनाचीये गुंती गूंफियेला शेला" या मोगरा फूलला मधल्या ओळी आठवल्या.
तूझ लेखन दिवसेंदिवस अर्थपूर्ण होत चालल आहे.
आत्मशोध किंवा आत्मचिंतन हा साहित्यातला चिरंतन विषय आहे. तूझे लिखाण आता त्या दिशेने चालले आहे ही चांगली गोष्ट आहे.
आपलेच प्रश्न व आपलीच उत्तरे असा हा खेळ आहे.
शाब्बास! अशीच प्रगती होऊ देत.
Sai
Your poem is excellent.One day we have to get the answers and wait for that moment.Be powerful with knowledge so that you will be able to decide all answers of your own questions.Be successful.
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