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ME?


Underneath this stable soil
A beast is trapped for years.
It moans, it groans, it sighs
But nobody hears.

One fine evening
On my way back home
I took an unknown route
To hide from the smoke and soot.

The countryside was lovely
A treat to the eyes.
The view was getting better
When I heard the sighs.

The sun was taking a back-seat,
The engine was gathering more heat,
The air was rushing past me
Suddenly I heard my name.

Nobody was around
Just trees and the road and me.
Who on earth would sigh and call?
I pulled over to see.

The sigh and the cry got louder
As I moved towards the lake.
It came from under a tree
My name was being called distinctly.

I froze for a while
As it kept on calling.
I asked in a faint voice-
“Who are you?”

The beast started laughing
“I am you”…
I ran back to the car
 Didn’t stop till I was home.

I can never forget that day
When I met myself accidentally.
Since then I’ve lived in the crowd
Amongst familiar faces and family.

No more off routes,
No more country airs,
 No more introspection
No more ugly scares.

Comments

  1. Asmita biswas21 March 2012 at 23:58

    good stuff... deep actually... beast inside us... at times we do come face 2 face accidntally...

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  2. rima22 March 2012 at 00:34

    osha osha....we don evn knw hw mch scary we can be....hey bt kp on introspectin n deliva us sch wndaful lines....:)

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  3. deep2122 March 2012 at 00:47

    I agree it's pretty deep, but the entire presentation is so simple and devoid of any extra ornamentation altho' the theme of the poem I think isnt that simple.

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  4. Jaba22 March 2012 at 06:09

    The thought is so doubt deep.. we are at times more comfortable in the crowd than with ourselves.. Why..Are we in denial? May be it's only 'me' who knows my own deeper drawbacks, my shortcomings and we are not ready to face them.. So very true!

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  5. Zainab Sayeed24 March 2012 at 09:16

    True m just happy without taking trips into my subconscious..without thinking wt i really wud hv done hd i listened to myself instead of doing wt ws thrust upon me or wt i was supposedly called to do..

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    1. Aritra Chakrabarti24 March 2012 at 13:25

      I am honoured that the poem evoked such a reaction from you...

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  6. Sanjukta2 April 2012 at 08:43

    We often fail to gauge who we really are.

    Amazing Theme.

    As usual. Im in love with the way u write.
    Keep up the good work.
    \m/

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