On Visiting Shiridi... Poem by indira babbellapati

what binds me to them
is the same faith we share
as the winding human length
moves and comes abruptly to a halt
we all wait with the same thought in mind
though routine matters fill the space,
the focus would never shift from mind
and o, what relief for a wink when one stands
in the presincts of his presence

he sits there absorbing all
that nth part of blink is the time
we leave behind our acquired self
to stand there in his presence as we are

let sanity prevail
in this world of ours
fast bordering on insanity
let there be tolerance
let there be love
as my lips mumbled
i was pushed into the outside world...

06jun2010
17.59hrs