The World Rolls On Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

The world rolls on -
through clouds, flow, flowers, butterflies, children's laughter, walker's boredom,
through parties, business districts, high-rise complexes, malls and occasional suicides,
through nostalgia, melancholy, dream, fulfilment, the price of stocks,
through secret love, apprehension, fear, rush, laws, illusion, disillusionment,
through jets, drones, fire, destruction, negotiation, signatures and press conferences,
through dead bodies, ravaged childhood, disappointment, old age, broken families,
through distinction, achievements, awards, pictures, linked ins, validations, surprises and congratulations,
through WhatsApp, Instagram, meta AI, distortion, reality, ambiguity, ingenuity.........

Thus the world
rolls on and on -

And a poet
lost in thought
doesn't know
where he is,
where to belong to,
how to live this magic
and when to say good bye.

Sad!
A poet doesn't know.
He observes
through the night and the day -
how to be,
where to be,
when to be,
or be not.