When the Base is the Same

by Supratik Sen

Pen which has flown from the left to the right,
Its juice traversed with lacerated lines
Of a particular nature,
Suddenly instructed to squirm in a different direction
How would it know this world, these grooves!

When the base is the same

Forms and figures, in their rights and their wrongs,
How would it know there’s a song in the thorns!

When the base is the same

Identification is the malice
Virtues of times that left, shredded as vices bereft,
With fences that flew with snailed experience!

The mural morality that excludes, has known only that,
Through twists and turns with bruises and burns,
Decors into humanity that includes, nothing other than that,
Ready to secrete the essence!

When the base is the same

21-Mar-2014

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you!

supratik
21-Mar-2014 11:58 AM

Superb enunciation of contrasts and diverse thoughts, that converge to the same point, if their base is the same! Brilliant write, Supratik!

Padmaja Iyengar
21-Mar-2014 08:14 AM