When we sail beyond the arms
Of a wayward storm and the rain
Lurching like a drunkard
We cannot turn back : the future lies
Like an unknown coastline of desires
And the past is but a soulful echo
Whispering our absence : We see
The people on the other shore
Celebrate our senses . All looks well
But then there is Truth standing there :
Impoverished
Veiled witness at the Carnival…
More than just a hint of Borges unless this reader is mistaken.
Thank you,Louis.
A powerful satire!
Thank you,dear Sunila.
Wow! what an explosive, powerful imagery, covering the whole universe in just a few words. Honoured to have read this.
Thank you very much,Kamlesh.
Excellent and gratifying work with your usual inimitable style Vijay Sir.
Thank you,dear Maaya.