The poem is written on self Conscious.
I create Labyrinth, I bolster the empire
Of the monstrosity,
I myself am victim
Of my faded beauty ever I sink in.
I hardly can breathe
Yet, I survive…
Those fusing clouds
Of the hungry sky I cannot see,
Those palpitating rays
Of the angry sun I cannot grope,
Those hills and jungles once ever green
Aren’t green anymore, I cannot see,
Those wild aroma
Of those unknown flowers I cannot smell,
I cannot sense those directory winds
For newish vista,
I cannot hear those cooing doves
Sitting on a mango tree of July,
Neither do I see a farmer and his plough
In a dewy morning,
Nor a woman bearing a vessel
In a silent evening,
Those Loves of Lives are changed
I do see their colours changing, flying…
But, I am pale,
I am dull to be pleased by myself,
I myself am victim
Of my faded beauty ever I sink in.
I hardly can breathe
Still, I survive…
totons#25/07/20
