Contoured

Opaque looks my life,they say

Do I bear a life?Or i may

To carry on everyday lateral

When people around move vertical

Out of social vector – middle class ghetto

Without change to matrix perception taboo:

Sometimes maverick, occasionally eccentric

Thread of life illusory,simply unecstatic;

So many attempts to shape my life

Eventually trials all,make no reprieve

As if a circle- appears life’s move trajectory

Ends where it begins without contrary,

Unlike cat’s nine,mine to live life single

Summing up mundane ,no fairy jingle.

Die another day,exist without any shuffle

Why change alignment creating kerfuffle.

                                                                ~ Shyamal Mukhopadhyay

                                                            Nagpur, India

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