Some Times. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Some Times.



Some times.

Not the sum of our times,
But their integration,
Amounting to a complex iteration,
Confuses me,
As if I were confuscious,
Bejewelled wide and open,
With eyes of a hunter,
Puma stalking the Amazonian nights,
I wonder,
Bemused,
Shocked,
At the ability of men,
To think,
Perceive,
And believe,
They can hoodwink the world.
Tilt it right,
From its 23 and a half degree slant,
And slang their way,
Into the waltz of eternity.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

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Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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