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The Third Person
Avoiding a few shades –
Be it of a valerian or a juniper,
I pretend from afar –
I'm almost fine.
Shrunk up like a narrow tree,
I listen to some wooing words
Stuck in one's place like a stone -
I become a theater-goer.
As far as endurance is in the marrow,
I keep laughing, I can make all laugh;
Approaching like a postman
I but stop and come back behind.
I could have been born as a bee –
To visit the slope of the hill,
The branches of every single tree.
I want to make a beehive,
Not to be a man and squeeze the honey from it;
But they look like comets, the place is too far.
How we remain the plane of incidents–
There is a gap between the sky and the ground in a similar way.
I am not private to anyone,
Universal worker bee in a global context,
Not being able to come forward for fear of a storm –
Back off before getting off,
Yet the Cyclone comes –
Destroys the reason of our birth and existence;
Like carbon stuck in a chimney
We keep repressing our emotions and forget –
Without emotions, people die little by little.
Where are our days,
Where's our environment?
We are side characters like Marcutio;
A few extras on the chess troop –
whose emptiness is not red,
Black and white like an old picture;
All like zebra stripes –
Rescuer, but everyday's used products;
So over the zebra crossing on the way–
Everyone simply walks away.
We don't always rest on the boat of hope.
There forms stories between one and two !
At the end of the day, I accept it,
Without coming between them,
Before the face of God –
By chanting for someone, who must be joyous
Not only in our thoughts, but for real.
Indescribable;
Even without verbal use of words,
I observe the requirements
And do my deed without praise –
I understood this much, when nobody could.
All duties assigned to mankind –
I'll do it all, yes,
Shiva's third eye am I,
Yet the ones of the society are indifferent,
Because they unsee many thing.
Great is the glory for them,
Great is their fountain of demand,
Great is the outcome of personal disaster,
Great is the lack of time;
The only things not that great are –
The helping hand for rescuing in deluge,
And the complete character.


© soumik299