WHEN I STOPPED...

If my world couldn't be
what I had thought in my teens
I can't help. I was
dependent on my father

a self-made man against
the currents I couldn't read
the sky and its stronghold

the prints of the Ganga's sand
have faded like the rainbow
in a spray of years
that prick the pebbles

now the caries, cavities
cyst and myopia haunt
and sexual anxieties
disturb sleep and dreamless nights

the hairs on my balding head
mirror the laughter
I have ceased to take note of

I have ceased to peel
the ugly shapes, the cunning
and treacherous I work with

resent my identity
and the future I fail
spinning influences

yet I'm sure when I stopped
it won't be all that bad:
my vision would still be good
I would still smell fresh air



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-06-08 at 06:07

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a good piece - there is always hope in life, no matter how futile it seems in times of sorrow, as you have shown here with your hopeful ending.
2005-06-29