COCCONING IN
esspeecee 05.12.08.
Fought the battle to
Defeat the defeat
Alas!
‘Wining-the-defeat’
Disdained to pride in.
I argued on
Whys, whats, hows,
Alas again!
Whys steer me no where,
Whats redirect me to more whats,
Hows indulge me
inner hows!
Conceptual slenderness
Incapacitating, languoring,
Vital quests:
Who this self is?
What of this self?
Hows to surrender how?
Looking for alms
Is there any one?
Perhaps not!
Me:
Alone and only
Strangling every ethos
To en-bosom
Every pathos.
No regret
Better dive into
Bottom of amnesia
In cozy cocoon of
Own ‘Self’.
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Own ‘Self’. Finish is mystic. Involution in True Self. Ten WR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘Looking for alms…’ Poet is surrendering to All Hightest but finally concludes to go into Amnesia [here I read as self forgetting] to ‘Own Self’. May be Know Thyself!