Periods of silence, that’s what I said earlier. This silence was not contemplated, it just happened. I guess it always just happens. There is no listlessness, no tremors: only an all pervading ISness. No sensations, no words, only me and myself.
A QUESTION OF CONSCIENCE
“How can I a living earn ?”
I hear the leper cry.
But I wait for him to pass me by.
The truth is he is right,
And I am aware of his plight:
But I stay still,
Unmoved ,
Silent and straight as that hill.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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