I do not know how to live ,
I do not know how to love ,
I do not know how to cry ,
I have forgotten how to laugh ,
I know not who am I ,
I am boxed up , I am holed up ,
‘ Closed for the Day ‘ ……
clueless about time ,
clueless about day ,
I am frozen and still
sitting by the bay ,
When the Sun will shine
and melt me away ,
you will find a puddle
much to your dismay ,
now if you say dndndndnd
there will be no one to address ,
I am boxed up , I am holed up ,
‘ Closed for the Day ‘ ……
© Dr Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .
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Although the term “Allegro con brio” is essentially a musical term,it nevertheless describes perfectly the timbre of this particular work.Delivered with inimitable verve,the notions of existential dread and ennui have seldom been addressed with such a lightness of touch.
Dear Louis , I had actually thought of not sharing this , thinking that it may not appeal …just a random attempt …an expression in a moment of silence . Thank you for appreciating .
A sensitive portrayal of existential angst.
Thank you Vijay sir for finding the poem worth a note .
not all days come with all to gain…when we are losing withdraw from the game…yet you will bounce back again to win…wonderfully written dear
Thank you dear Suzette for a wonderful feedback and loved that you wish to see me comfortable in all situations .