Mongrel
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Mongrel
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Now many have started telling me
They’ve seen me somewhere
They don’t remember it for sure
But I believe them they don’t lie.
Of late I’ve a feeling that bothers me
I find the same persons again and again
Inside the coach of a train
or while passing through a subway.
I see the same sun rising even now
But lackluster, nasty, and malignant
Rising to set and that’s the ultimate
It’s darkness—and darkness for life's sake!
Now more of them whiz past me
Daring to follow them
I can’t do that now
I’m just a mongrel, homeward.
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Berhampur
6-7-2009
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By
A. N. Nanda
Muzaffarpur
03-11-2009
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This is a poem I wrote in 2005. Then I thought it would need extensive tweaking before it expressed something poetic. During last four years, I could not return there. Today as I run short of text to feed my emaciated blog, I decided to visit my old stuff. Surprisingly, the poem does not scare me. I feel I can show it to others, even in this form--sans polish, sans adornment.
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Mongrel
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Now many have started telling me
They’ve seen me somewhere
They don’t remember it for sure
But I believe them they don’t lie.
Of late I’ve a feeling that bothers me
I find the same persons again and again
Inside the coach of a train
or while passing through a subway.
I see the same sun rising even now
But lackluster, nasty, and malignant
Rising to set and that’s the ultimate
It’s darkness—and darkness for life's sake!
Now more of them whiz past me
Daring to follow them
I can’t do that now
I’m just a mongrel, homeward.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Berhampur
6-7-2009
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By
A. N. Nanda
Muzaffarpur
03-11-2009
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