DIRECTIONAL DYSLEXIC: A POEM
-
Harshita Rajak (India)
It’s morning and I
am
Lost…
Between my bedroom
and my own bathroom;
A directional
dyslexic of Bombay high!
I crashed myself
into the chair, facing the window.
And saw; Frost…yes!
Robert Frost;
Looking out his
window: from his cabin in the woods.
And a sudden jerk
opened my third eye;
In the widowed
Dandkaryana;
I surveyed from
there,
Nilanchal mountain,
aha! ; the gateway of the unknown in Kamrup!
A bliss, a hope, a
warning!
There; right there;
Dharma’s wheel is shuddering on helipad.
Oh Dharma! You are
but the directional dyslexic of the seven chakras
Of India’s ancient
heart!
With a long pause
and a short sigh…
I…thought;
How lucky Robert
Frost was!
He’d only two roads,
in front of him, to choose from:
That too diverged in
woods!
Whatever he’d have
chosen; would have certainly turned out beautiful in the end.
Alas! These bleak
times of our own!
We’ve lost the woods
and the roads; we
The parliamentarian
dyslexic of the world!
We have diverged
highways of many lanes,
Both in life and in
dreams; leading us nowhere….
Even God is but in
my chatbot:
Lost between faith
and resurrection;
A directional
dyslexic of heaven!
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