Chase Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I tried to catch it but
it slipped away through
between the lines.
Gasping, I tried fervently.
It went on and on.
What a great stupor of
chasing impossible.
It remained there within sight
as if in the mist not moving
a bit and seemingly tangible.
I don't care and never stopped.
Paused, shutting my eyes.
It's there now all over my face,
caressing and comforting me.
It won't leave me and
I can't touch it. Let it be!
It will keep zooming through
the labyrinthine existence.
But the chase is on.
No question of stopping it!
Then for a moment I shut
my eyes and feel the
caressing and comforting touch.