Partner

By Manoj Mathur

Whenever I look into my inner-self rolls

I find it lacerated with innumerable holes

Lacerated and twisted backbone under the

Ever increasing weight of dubious deals and deeds

Envy, duplicity, tyranny, hypocrisy spread like wild weeds

We all have sixteen teeth up, and an equal number down

Not to fight with each other, but to evenly cooperate

So are the equal roles of the twins… east-west, north-south

Tired of monotonous tyranny of living with the same partner

Angels of heaven must be feeling tired and frustrated

Dying to come to earth for a change

What one can see and learn in few seconds

Just by opening the closed eyelids

One cannot learn even for ages

With blindfold heavenly bids

Let me be, my Lord, a single blooming flower

In the wide desert fighting the heavy odds

Let me be an unknown twinkling little star, silent and shy

Amidst billions of stars in the sky

By Manoj Mathur