I saw two men
scanning a
garbage tin
Listless
they seemed
like aimless
wanderers
exploring
a mad dream.
Enquired one,
“What do you
search?”
Replied the
other
“Nothing…..
just looked
for
half-burnt
slices of life”.
“And you?”
“Me……
The man was
hesitant
but then
he mumbled
slowly,
“Friend…..
I am in
search
of my
identity.
Very beautiful and soulful poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks ! Rajendra ji.
DeleteNice Poem.
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Deletevery beautiful ......
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Deleterealy ..
ReplyDelete“And you?”
ReplyDelete“Me……
The man was hesitant
but then
he mumbled slowly,
“Friend…..
I am in search
of my identity.
very true today there is crisis of existentialism .True depiction of once search for once identity .
Thanks ! for your appreciation.
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