SUBSTANTIAL ENCOUNTER
ARVIND K.PANDEY
Here ends the day without any loss without any gain,
Now comes the darkness to proclaim its reign;
There I stood in the park in a state forlorn
Watching the game of nature foul.
Day is the darling of victory and night of ennui
Here the sun sets down due to nature’s folly;
Are there points enough to nullify such obnoxious phenomena?
Found no answer which could provide satisfaction;
A voice broke in diverting my attention from such deep introspection
Isolated behind the bushes was an image of man.
Rapt in his own thoughts looked insane
Wretched face, sunken eyes full of instincts humane,
A quality which is like lost kin,
Fighting its battle out for survival in conscientious rich commune.
Poor man worthy to be called an odd in many even
Just came close expecting me to become part of his expiation;
With frown on my face I left him in utter rejection,
My conscience not willing to share someone else’s burden
As it owes complete devotion my status and position
They all together posed willful obstruction
Prevented my emotion to be swindled by his pathetic condition
With thoughts frozen I returned to home.
Way was the same, same were the familiar scenes
Despite of all these, I was no more than a ship
Locating a right path in large ocean;
His state filled my heart with pain,
Were all such good men found in places so lone?
My passion provoking my emotions
All threatening an intrusion in a restive shrinking domain,
Tears came off due to guilt or shame or for mere exposition I don’t know.
But it did give my sense a true extension,
I turned back to give an ultimate touch to this figuration,
Eyes searched him but all in vain,
Just then a sight of an old man gave my shrinking heart momentum some,
She with slight hesitation to my question answered in a tone plain,
Had seen me all alone making gestures beyond explanation,
A reply beyond that raised suspicion,
Facts enumerated pointed only but one solution,
Sure or unsure he was an edion arisen out of my fuming brain.
But I wonder can he be a mere illusion
Who has so truly revealed to me my real character?
Here ends the day without any loss without any gain
Now comes the darkness to set up its reign.
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