I never knew
What that touch
Was about
Unless my chord
Was cut, detached
From you
For ever!
Dare not play, with
My memories again
‘m soft of heart
It clots blood
In lump of time
Was better, attached
Un-detached!
Oblivious of
Any beginning
Memory rot
In unfathomable gloat
Touch!
I require not
I like being born
unborn!
The poem resonates at a significant and deep emotional and spiritual level.
Thy comments levitate the significance of words beyond the essence of thought.
So much thanks, Louis Kasatkin Sir!
In an apparent reference to umbilical chord Tapeshwar has managed a remarkable feat-Introspective laced with poetic allusions !
Thy comments are par excellent and abounds with an aura of self feel. So much thanks Lokesh Ji. _()_