Eternal Chase

By Vasundhara Daberao

Life was brimming good once,

Yet dull devoid, In search of more Long longed every ounce,

Wobbling selfish wayfarer core.

Little one, “Your woes are mine”

said ubiquitous voice, feel free to fall; Uncoil Declutch dwindle doubts, stop the whine to transform; Helter-Skelter embraced soil.

Stumbled down; Hither its deaf dark Its itchy infuriating damp,

Clasped last squirt of hope; In dirt Screeching crust drenched & drained.

Lying drowsed; Sightless obtuse vision, Oh what plight! is this what’s blind? Million basepair quest of elison,

The resurgence, yet to unwind..

By Vasundhara Daberao