Reflections Poem by Sharad Jambhrunkar

A man walking
In a dispersed rainy evening
With a blue umbrella stopped
At a blind turn as flash of a car
Uncovered his reflective eyes
Though the lightening did not
Transform his night into day
And temple on his way
Stone into God
He walked to reach an inevitable next corner
Where he met a web of multiple roads
He struggled to net his soul-fish
As flashes of light unsettled his figurative constants

That moment those who
Relinquished some space for him
Could create a museum of poems
And no longer long for death
To breath the bliss