Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 12, 2014

THE PORT~by Jernail S Anand




Slowly, the caravan was left behind
and I alone progressed further;

i see the hands that shook with warmth
and the eyes that adored me
are sinking into distance;

i am leaving behind the shores of life
the pains and the pleasures
are turning into voices

the voices are receding
as the ship i am aboard is

they were all with me;
my comrades, my joyous partners
and so long as I held promises
they wrapped up to me;

now i find this body
and this mind becoming useless
for them;
and the caravan of human attachments
falling apart

one by one, the clinging chips
coming off and merging into the unknown

no one has the power to
traverse these waters
and reach me;

i have tasted life
and let me move on to the next port

off with the ties
that i developed while
anchored here.

why these permanent passions
and possessions,
when the very body was on
a temporary lease!!

dr j.s. anand
all rights reserved/2014

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