TEMPORAL
Dr. Manas Bakshi
Things have not been ,
What these should,
Staring at a muddy foliage
Repents the aging wood!
Does the man
Sharing the shadow
Of the friendly oak
Come up when another
With an axe
Makes the cruel joke?
Mechanically we cultivate
To kill the dream of a day
with the spasm of a whim -
The destination not a choice of our own
while carrying beyond capacity, or
Having things outgrown.