This lantern that stays still, took me around a river bank,
Where a half broken vessel is floating
without knowing which direction to proceed
No traveler to be seen,
walking or viewing,
Yet,
The ashore is stronger
And
Lengthy
calm and quite
The kadolana of memoirs
Pulling me backward
Taking me forward along an old thought lane
A couple sipping a cup of coffee
A little beyond the ashore
a baby reading a book lying on a mat
In another moment
the same
walking along the isolated ashore
What has happen to my thoughts?
No thoughts to travel any further
Th river bank has disappeared
from the ashore of my imagination
Unfortunate isn't it?
Is the lantern lit above,
of pale flame
has enough strength left
to farewell the darkness ?
Have I become a traveler, who have got no match stick to
eradicate darkness of life?
Have I become a beggar of No thoughts?
No money to travel?,
Poor in Brain Cells,?
Narrower in Ideas,?
What does this lantern revels?
Who has lit it before?
Perhaps a man who have not met Thomas*?
A man of light (modern)
*Thomas Alwa Edision
Picture Courtesy : Savannah ( a movie based on a true story)
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