Ajit Das Poems
|161.||The Common Man||11/6/2015|
|162.||World Heart Day||12/9/2015|
|165.||R.K. Laxman - A Tribute||5/4/2016|
|167.||Cruelty And Beatitude||10/14/2015|
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When the sky is azure blue,
the horizon draws a line
between heaven and earth.
On a misty day it gets blurred,
closing the distance, limiting
your vision: seen and unseen.
When clouds gather, erasing
the skyline, darkness descends,
enveloping the surroundings.
And, then, clouds disappear,
the dark lifts, mist clears,
the view is sunlit, unimpeded.
The curve of earth beckons.
You try to outstrip; it recedes,
alluring yet with new horizons.
‘They’, ‘We’ and ‘I’ spring a surprise
from a slanting headline in a Daily.
It wears out; the question resurfaces.
Really, who do I belong to?
Those who toil from dawn to dusk,
ploughing the dried up field,
carrying load on hot, cobbled road,
searching for shelter in stormy night;