Among the dispersing multitude
far away in the blue altitudes
could you spot one single dude
who feather with you at moments rude?
It is rather odd
to be with someone
who cant catch the chord
you are fetching to board
the cycle of life odd and awkard
it is queer
to sit with the dearest kin
who cant see the side
of the prism you melt to ride by
it is all relations
who cant feel the throb
the pulse of the heart
that beat with their own blood
it is too sad
to greet the unsmiling Dad
to laugh with the blocked up sister
who cannot metre up your silences
and sins with stainless licences
yet you share the life of chart
with the related veins
recounting things unrelated to both the spines
some find no wavelength
some no frequency
some no comaradarie
some no company
some no compatability
and some no spontaneity
if relatives are so abnormal
relationships so absurd
words totally meaningless
meanings fully misconstrued
always prejudiced and pretentious
'Theory of Relativity' will it go in vain...........? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem