Tryst With Life Poem by Prasanna Mishra

On the auspicious day
I also took my place
With a stoic frame of mind
Moved inch by inch
As the sluggish python
Continued
Its meandering motion

The eagerness
To place offerings
At the altar
Stupefied
The euphoria
of justlings
Near the sanctum sanctorum
Catapulted me
To an atoll
of isolation

Peace returned
After a while
I saw him
opening a door
In the rear
To let in
His own men
And women

Saw him
Bedecking them
With garlands
of those
Whose prayers
He had not answered

His big head
I saw from the atoll
That covered
His feeble conscience
His wide torso
I beheld
That hid
A tiny heart

I was lucky
I saw the door
In the rear;
I was happy
My hands were empty
When I joined
The procession.


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