When I Go Within... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

get both giddy and dizzy
on an introspective journey within;
see many queer fishes romping about
but they wriggle out from my attempted grips!
slink ahead and dig out a few rusted diaries
the cranky pages try to throttle my river veins!
discover there some incongruous smashed busts
now reduced to scrapes but who`ll buy!
looked up into the larger sky
and gazed at the soaring eagle
that loves to hover loftily high!