Fed up of this terrorist world
And those who blindly followed the trail
That led nowhere unlike the waves
That followed and rolled into one
This desolate man depressed to the core
Ignorant of what lay ahead
Comes seeking for solitude and peace
To the solitary confines of this river
Seldom visited by man
For fear of whirlpools.
Reflecting on the fate of man
He visualizes a symmetry and sequence
That lacks in man
He stares intently at the colliding waves
That rush to overpower each other
When all at once some miraculous ripples
Destroy their harmonious sequence
The ripples chase one another as if running a relay
Expanding and diminishing in diameter
Until the eyes
No longer, pursue their tottery wiggle
And
In them, he perceives the reflection of man
As inconsistent as the ripples he beholds.
With numerous questions untold and left unanswered
Still buried in his heart he retraces his steps
In a dejected frame of mind
Leaving behind his teasing, gaping footsteps
To return to this niggardly, wizardly
Mysterious human world
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India