Deepak Sawhney (10 Dec 50 / DehraDun, India)
A Missing Chord
Of its existence, I am acutely aware
It for sure is - here, there, somewhere
The missing violin from a maestro’s symphony
In its absence, clear thoughts - sheer blasphemy.
How elusive and deceptive you are! !
Door shut – yet seeming ajar
So close, yet you keep your distance
Vivid for a flash, gone in evanescence.
Your unique singularity
Routinely testing sanity
Dyslexic perception, thoughts plagued by confusion
Reality or myth in a plethora of disinformation?
I do know you but, only by definition
A featureless face, without recognition.
“TRUTH”, exploited – yet pristine, is thy name
Your knowledge, the world does claim
What about the wise men who preach in your name?
A grand façade – can’t spot a micron in a macro frame.
You are the missing voice in the choir – ‘The Alto”
Make us believe to be wizards – always “Post Facto”.
Predictably, my predicament is the cause of your mirth
“Yet you make life worth living for – ever since your birth”.
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