Basanta Lohani

Protraction In Absurdity - Poem by Basanta Lohani

Time is flying. Work is undone.
Everything but desire is limited.
I've deceived myself, no one else—
It's beyond my comprehension.

Past haunts me. Present tortures me.
What follows... I daren't tell.

Recollections faint and flickering
Lead but to despair.
What else?

Mountains fly.
Rivers dry up.
To myself I address:
This land of yours is in a shambles.

Despair, dejection,
Apathy and inertia,
Creep slowly and steadily up.

How long shall I grope in such futility?
Thought itself is shadowy.
Life, an empty dream, for lifeless creatures
Appears to me as dejection absolute:
A state where I keep pace in vain
With time's flow—
A protraction in absurdity.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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