Magic Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Am fixed like alone tree
somewhere strangely
in unmoved state.
Moments quietly come in flock.
Sometime like wild tide
sometime with a humming chorus.
They float winding and
pushing me in to a frenzy
and hide somewhere.
Now I least bother for the
passing time but moments
blow blossom in my blood.
First I look that with wonder
and then pretend to be
unaware.
Moments watch it and laugh.
I turn to the roots
to find the reason
of the whole game.
Moments unearth me and
hold my being to feel
their chorus.
The game goes on and on.