Bliss of Ignorance
Like the hum
Of traffic,
That lulls
The city dweller
To sleep; or-
As the silence
Of dawn,
To the country folk-
I creep;
In the day's mind,
Into the mirror.
This is the bliss
Those poets speak of.
Eyes of the crowd flicker
Over me,
Have I elected the bliss-
Of ignorance?
He slept
With whores
Beside the
Hearth of hell.
Then he
Castrates himself.
As a predator lurks
In a vixen's nest,
A harmony
Of prelude
Echoes within him;
A soulless image-
On the eye sparks,
That very light-
It leaps up,
For a last time.
Contributed By:
Madhumanti Saha, not a
great poet..just a sojourner with a lamp of infinity in hands.. on the track
of life..
Email:
madhumantia_007@yahoo.co.in
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