By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI
I tell them I’ve got a story to tell,
And they listen with clogged ears,
Stuck on their own theories.
Feeling the terrible urgency of ageing,
A sense of something,
Keeps constantly clawing at my thoughts,
When I should be enjoying,
What life I have been left.
It’s a cautioning;
There isn’t time allotted for me to find
An answer, to seek fulfilment.
Changing times drives me to a point
Where belligerence is natural.
Man…!! What has he done with
His life to merit my existence?
To warrant another sunrise?
Another soft rainfall?
Such questions go without an answer.
A curtain of impatience descends.
Looms larger today.
An urgency for completion,
Comes intensely into play.
My integrity is crossed, intentions are criticized
And cohesiveness is lost.
Cruising along the banks;
Flowing with rapid urgency;
Time shall never be still for me.
Sweeping everything away that comes my way,
I move towards a distant shore
Finding a resting place;
A distant shore.
It’s too late for stories now.
Too late for confessions.
I’m only a rushing river
That had a story to tell. I hope,
Someday when you have a story to tell,
Someone will listen. Really listen.
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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai, atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.
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