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| Image / Pille Kirsi |
A CROWD
of like and unlike minds and thoughts,
ways, taste, like ants march along a lengthy
path cross hills. Foothills. High mountains.
Steep valleys. Vast deserts. Barren lands.
Crowded cities. Noisy towns. Abandoned
desolated villages. Beside green lakes.
Blue rivers. Calm seas. Roaring oceans.
A lengthy life. A lengthy pilgrimage.
Each heaving carrying, bearing, heavy
burdens of disbeliefs or of beliefs ardent.
Obstinate. Faith in same God or a million
various Gods. Of one’s own liking or in
one’s own image.
In search of a path. A purpose. To move
on. Go on. Walk on. Feel whole. One
with all.
Not all. Everything you. For you.
You alone. All by yourself. Alone.
Lost.
Like a sole survivor. Winner. On an
immense island.
Alone.
With growing illusions, delusions.
Wild
despair. Enveloping darkness.
Alone.
In search of company.
A crowd.
In search of Sun. Bright rays. Light.
Uncover lightness. Brightness.
Light, slow, floating hours. Days. Life.
Time.
Unburden self. Reveal an unburdened
mind.
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| Devayani Anvekar |
Devayani Anvekar is an illustrator and caricaturist of social and domestic issues. She lives in Goa, India. She writes poetry, fiction, and non-fiction prose when drawing fails to help her grasp human struggle. Her written work has appeared in 50-Word Stories, The Metaworker, and is forthcoming in The Genre Society and Witcraft.
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