Born Again... Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

At some crazy hour
why words turn hasty,
uncontrolled and stormy?
Why am not prepared
to gather courage and
try to hold them?
Why there is big noise
in passing hollow moments?
Just am unable to grasp
this whole drama is about me!
Unreal but amusing...
They said, they have
created this frenzied
music only for me.
Futile to discourage them
for searching my lost story.
Am no more clinging to
words and stories.
But still this stoic sky
care for me.
These trees still
stare at me.
Every time this grass
tell me a different story.
Rain wash me anew.
And there I am..reborn! !