Anjesh shekhar

Bokaro Steel CIty, Jharkhand
Anjesh shekhar
Bokaro Steel CIty, Jharkhand

The Game Of Drawing Line

Rating: 4.5
When we had met
you were already set
yes, I was late
in starting the line on slate.


you could draw straight
while I fumbled with chalk
sometimes curved sometimes straight
like a child learning to walk.


yet wriggling, I picked up pace
and though snaky, I reached
where my chalk stood
to your chalk - face to face.


Then you reached out
and rubbed my line
And said - I must draw straight and fine
You meant well I never doubt.


numerous times you have rubbed
my line because it was curved?
you appreciated me when I went past others
but when I reached you, my line was rubbed!


Even when I can draw straight
when I have drawn longer
than you have
you say I'm a cheater
have you forgot
that I started late?
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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