By: C.P. Singh, Literary Editor-ICN Group
Well noticed, cared, followed & contacted,
Deliberated, concerned and protected.
Troubled were my persons who so acted,
Ever obliging me by their deeds so opted.
Contacting me over phone or personally,
Considering no time, situation or place.
Helping me or asking my response morally,
As a matter of ownership, without any solace.
Dealing, perceiving, satisfied or even annoyed,
Pleased, perturbed, turbulences or overjoyed.
Persistent are their pressures ever deployed,
On some receivers in my brain, even devoid.
Essentials are they and their such gestures,
Mutualism with cohabits seem the real textures.
An aspect or being, seemingly of fictitious fixtures,
Is also adjusted, knowingly for obvious nurtures.
Gradually and bit by bit, some or more of them are,
Considering, just not to know me , any more, or.
Starting un awareness in me, hence discarding me for,
The time being, enduringly or for entire life- mar.
Being- alive- humans, we are so inter- mingled,
Connected, concerned & co related un singled.
Seemingly aught to remain social even dwindled,
Keeping several tiny-lives inside, even un- tingled.
Every type of time and day is supposed to come,
In this small span of auspicious life, so welcome.
Change is a must and they continue going to come,
A test is ever going on, for all aspects, so gruesome.
Observing all time bound changes in me and mine,
It is pertinent to suppose future gestures of thyme.
“When all will forget me”, becoming unknown to define,
I will be forced to live just with my memory and my rhyme.
