M.D DINESH NAIR
Illusions V/S Withering Me - Poem by M.D DINESH NAIR
I first see a smiling face somewhere
But as I go near to see it close, it fades out.
I then see a caring hand very close
But as I wait for its touch, it too fades out.
I later hear a sweet mouth speaking very near too
But as I begin to heed well, it withers out.
I have illusions perhaps, I think for a while.
I see a frail flock of men and women climbing a hill
Unto a peak of things unknown and unseen.
They have smiling faces and caring hands
And they speak sweet words and dream high.
I have no illusions, I begin to learn.
Down below the plains of eerie silence
I now begin to search for myself partly faded and dead!
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