Surviving The Dispersal Of Self Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Surviving The Dispersal Of Self
Death may be like this, I thought,
Waking up in the dark.
The window sieved no starlight,
Nor my eyelids dream-light.
I groped to clutch
The stem of a lamp-stand,
Which must be there, I said,
Fighting my dispersal.
A tight cloud, anchored still,
But centre-less in seconds.
Death may be like this.
I fought my dispersal.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I strive to cling to my instinct and shun dispersal of Self.
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