Poems
Superfluous Reveries
A stride forward-
Is a step backward!
Isn’t it quite strange?
That fate is often calumniated
For human imbecilities!
That’s why I told,
Pretensions of wisdom-
are retarding moves-
which actually take us-
quite a distance behind.
Analysis is no more a desire,
Reason had never percolated,
The ‘mind-dam’ of woolgather aspirations.
It’s no more called a ‘leap’-“My dear friend-“
Learn that you’ve failed somewhere, behind.
If failures aren’t to subdue burning hopes,
Then travel back to the dam,
And on a tranquil evening,
Feel the water running out with impetuous rage.
Comparison is never a gauge,
But,
Don’t you intent,
To match the rage?
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