The Self in Me
Is surely gone
Wonder where
Did it
Slip along
Might have
Fizzled
With the
Oceans surf
Or could
Have seeped deep
Into the sand
And Dirt
Must have
Drifted away
With strong
Westerly winds
Don't know
How to
Find old Me
For have no
Strong wings
That essence
That permeated
My very life
And being
Is Long gone
And now Forgotten
Escaped
From worldly
Scene
Hence
What is left
Is just
The peel
The shell
The cover
All hollowed
Out
Gallows
No life giving
Stream
A waterless
River
Is Like a
black hole
A rainbow
Devoid of colours
Lone cactus
In deserts bowl
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
see the green grass and the mist on its top walk bare footed and recall self