Swing Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Many days, and today as
usual I forgot myself,
lost doing what I was
meant to do and went on
doing it as days keep
coming and gone...
But someone kept
whispering in inside dark
saying, am thinking of you.
Am frightened of the
pauses breaking my beats.
Why I dream of the ruts
full of blossom of
unknown flowers?
But alright, let them be.
I keep swinging between
days and dreams.
Never mind, voice says
finish the work and and
don't trample the blossom