A Small World - Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian
Being alone is a facet of existence.
Glued to the rim of his small world
every one measures heart’s tense
to the beeps of the brain;
His immediate ends is his orbit,
has no wish to peep beyond for
the world’s tribulations not his forte;
The spider never breaches the net,
Is alone, content to hibernate;
An altruistic mind shares joy and suffering,
ever alive to the hum and clatter,
at home with the ends of the string.
He too has to wrestle with the inside,
left alone with the rim of his world.
When celestial bodies are rimmed
and celebrate their lonely sojourn,
why not rejoice being alone?
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