Loss Of Sense Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Indeed something is wrong—
I realized it only recently.

Both my sense of proportion
and my sense of direction
have lost their gravity,
their sharpness.

I cannot keep my temper in check.
The doctor says it is due to concretization.

Greens are lost.
Birds are extinct.
Frustration piles up in the mind
with no dissipation.

A flying bird could once
have carried away the rage—
now there are none.

The heavy load
on the back of an animal
used to teach proportion.

Not anymore.

Direction too
has faded.

A blind mind
and a vigilant Google Map—
direction found
without a sense.

Arrows no longer needed,
signage superfluous.
All Googled.

I am losing fast
even my sense of left and right,
up and down.

All things are slowly
becoming stationary—
myself included.