Wisdom Of Rags Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

Wisdom of Rags
He is angry I know
and usually walks with the intent
to be ahead of everyone.

it is not a flaw
but a hidden wish
to collect rags of tiny memories
of childhood and share
for he wants to run fast
so fast and wishes time to stop.

he does it and I notice
he makes a huge cocoon
to hide the self from the self
and glorify it
a patchwork of grimy dust
that the self is.
I ask why he does it
and he covers the face
in silence of shadows.