Running as a child
In a full grown grass field
towards a windmill-
Silently, slowly whirling
One blade after the other
Like a watch-body,
A firki in one hand
And a kite in the other
Gleeful laughter spread
Illuminating the soft features of the small, delicate face
That has so much to find, so much to know
It's about inception of a mind to the world
Being inducted into life and it's weird principles
Seeing the child running towards the windmill in a grass field
À kite and a firki in both hands
Giggling joyfully,
No more blinking of a light in the human mind
There is nothing to find,
Nothing to know anymore..
Life -known, felt, resigned
Every inch of the earth, people known, well researched, warrants no more inquisitiveness
No longer curious
Mo more journey forward
Walking around nameless trees and
Whatever mystery that is upheld beyond the sky
The stale mind enters into a slate like river-bed...
Lots of sand gaping -
Overstretched narrates dullness
Still a patch of water flowing
Going somewhere continuously, hooks the attention that friges slowly
A wistful thought arises
O Ocean, willI I ever be able to reach you
With my tired limb and painful legs..
Not a river nor a cloud
How can I reach life-beyond, while being in life
But that's the catch, jerks and compels the aching being to move forward
Towards nowhere, to find nothing...
Dr. Debahuti
☆Life Beyond
25.08.2022
Kanan Vihar
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