Mind cluttered
with Aspirations ,
Emotions ,
Pride of success ,
Disgust of failure ,
Jubilant sometimes ,
Else anguished
with struggle ,
Cheer and pain
balance the game ,
who am I ?
why am I ?
whatever I am
in this mortal game ,
Born out of a cell ,
Multiplying well ,
Flesh and bones ,
Growing , Ageing ,
buds Flowering ,
Falling petals
have a Story to tell……
A Speck in the Universe ,
Millions of Suns
Moons and Stars ,
I Boast !
I am Me !
I have a Brain and
I am the Best !
One above the rest !
Foolish , Am I ?
Missing Beats
Missing the Heart ….!
A day will come
to Wither and Die ,
Again a Particle
a Cell so small ,
No Name
No Fame
No Pride
No Game
No Win
No Crown
No Face
No Frown
Back to Earth
From where I rose
Rumbling Volcanoes
Ready to erupt
To clean the hard Disk
Gone Corrupt …..
©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.
A vibrant,pulsating work that reverberates with the author’s existential cri de coeur.
Highly imaginative and engaging.Well done!