@GEETHA RAVINDRAN –
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l wonder
How moody I dissolve
Into the lousy track of immobility
Simply crushed into granules of
The steadfast time…
Sweeping…
Strongly willing to adapt
To the shabby surroundings
I lay idle as if on a cozy carpet
Sprinkled on it are
Too many duties undone
I just pretend to trespass
Those what left behind
Acting not to regret
Though I am being mimicked
Still surprised I gasp
How could it happen?
Wake up, wake up-
Someone’s prompting
To rouse my spirits, yet
I drown deep into the chasm
Losing even to perspire
The poem is steeped in ennui and yet embodies the hope that something will break the listlessness
Thank you dear Amita Paul for the deep reading.