An Outcast Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

Lifting its head
the darkness looks around in search of me
from nowhere to everywhere
and my shadow slips away narrowly
to sustain me and spread my dreams.

All the moments green and golden
disappear in the air so silent and serene
me having nowhere to hide my feelings
swim in my utter helplessness
in the vast ocean of my cool existence.

The skeleton then seems to sport flesh and blood
an appearance in the distant horizon makes me dance
and my world escapes from the troubles of an outcast
as the patient in me is reventilated instantly.

©® Dasharath Naik