By
MUDAVATH PRIYATHAM NAIK
Gazing at the parallel tracks,
she reckons something in her life
That they never meet.
Quite low perhaps, they both run
In their own parallel axes.
Only the railroad binds them
Beneath, though, can never be seen.
She reckons her bond with someone
so-called bond existed virtually,
Having a glance through
a hole of the world's darkness.
little known to her, she was
bound to those bars of
homemade prison.
little known to her, she cannot
make the tracks meet
running at a low distance parting
A little unknown to the Little one
defining life is a void task,
to meet up something undesired.
Is it worthful calling her life
looking through the lens of
her family or society or is it a
so-called life that remains undefined!