BISWAJIT
1
Newborn smiled
With eyes closed,
With eyes closed,
Was clearly Happy
As I supposed.
2
World's disturbance
Shrill light, noise,
Disrupted peace
Thudded tender eyes.
Angel stared
And started crying,
Adaptation began
Continued till dying.
…
3
World someday
Regrets, ‘Wake up!...’
Instincts ignore,
Senses shut up.
4
Lighting blinds
We perceive haze,
Eyes unopened
Enlightens soul, amaze!
Courtesy: Work triggered by Poets United Midweek Motif invitation
Oh, my! Parts one and two delighted, and then three and four took me into another zone. Ominous. It is a giant leap from the specific to the implications of regret, from the "normal" to the disturbing. maybe I'm reading too much into your poem, but I think you have something here that reaches beyond our times.
ReplyDeleteHi, Susan! You have caught up exact tints of my lines. Thank you so much for your visit!
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