Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 11, 2014

COSMICS~by Jernail S Anand


 

 

COSMICS

Keeping myself confined
within these bounds
till they gave way
was my inalienable right;

I wish a hundred times
to crease
and get reborn

but who listened?

wishes could not move
nor stay the cosmic stride;

I was a leaf
caught in a raging storm

it was the wind
that had the last laugh;

where it lifted and then
dropped me like a winged seed
was not mine
but an alien will;

I was a grass
grown on the palms of time;

and left to grow
and while growing, turn pale;

I could not stop
nor opt out of this march;

Still, I was ‘I’
a self, containing a great Will
sometimes well, oftentimes ill;

I wonder what is me
and what is mine!

Can the moving scenes around
become a part of the total personality
of a train?

everything is in a flux
I am not today
what I was yesterday;

Ooh! what is today
and what was yesterday!
do those who matter know these
human divisions?

for me, if i cannot hold sway
over myself,
how can i know
what this “I” means
and what the COSMICS say?

dr j.s. anand
all rights reserved/2014


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