A Tussle
I'm 'me' without
my sole stature,
And
To explore my
'self' in the 'mine'
I myself do wait
for my unfailing last.
I'm in 'me’, yet
don't recognize 'me'
And
I do find myself
in void sans 'me'
As my world
trembles in terror blast.
I'm within 'me'
but missing myself
And
In absolute
trauma my life shakes
My ship
unexpectedly loses its mast.
I'm who I myself
know not truly
And
My heart beats
for 'me' and 'mine'
My 'me' in a
motion terribly fast.
©® Dasharath Naik,India
The Wind In Me
The wind in me
has stopped whistling
to boost my
tired mind;
its caressing
touch now tortures
like stings of
bee
surprisingly.
Oblivious of its
aura and aroma,
it has
distracted mine
in the smile of darkness,
it moans and
cries piteously
and like a
mirror
reflects my
dejected life
awfully.
With its loss of
charm and charisma
groaning in
utter pain
and in abyss of
her absence
like a scarecrow
me stand alive
but dead
soulfully.
©® Dasharath Naik,India
Woman
With drops of
tear and blood
Drenched thoroughly,
Yet in dignity
she lives.
Back bent with
loads,
Broken plastics
and bottles of joy
Fetches she
empty-bellied,
Dragging her
lotus feet
In the red-hot
fire.
A rippling brook
at times;
Sometimes a
dove,
Brooding
broken-heartedly,
On the branches
of the old banyan tree.
The threshold
Never does she
cross
For the
Lakshmana Rekha.*
©® Dasharath Naik,India
*Lines
of confinement drawn by Lakshmana, Ram's younger brother , for Sita's
protection in the cottage during their absence, according to The Ramayan, the
holy book of The Hindus.
DASHARATH NAIK
DASHARATH NAIK (DOB 23.06.1964) hails
from Bijadihi in the district of Sundargarh, Odisha in India. Presently Reader
(SS) in English, he has been serving at P.S. College, Bargaon since 1987. A
student of English Literature, Sri Naik likes all the genres especially poetry.
He himself writes for pleasure and Humanity is his main concern.
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