A One-handed Clapping

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I do not mind what anybody’s beliefs are

Again my point is missing through

Playing the repeated game of searching the history

In a one handed clapping contest.

It does not disturb anyone

A state that makes life awkward.

Searching my history

I find falling into the hand of a long sequence of shadows

Talking among themselves in a bare mind

Unheard to any one.

The events are bitter

But

 Who can blame them?

All stand tasted to the claim of listening

But fail to themselves miserably

Yet make effort to temper the present as a deeper picture.

One can hope.

They can rediscover themselves in darkness

A fighting to overcome the barrier

But missing the initial passion

Of the incredibility of the dangerous ears.

In the end of the truth

Just do not imagine

To escape in taking responsibility of your shade

And begin with a passion as the failure of an orphan

Moving as a product of many fathers.

Some are brought into light

Just to keep the others behind the screen.