(Samajweekly)
I am a researcher
Lying in Smriti..
His discretion is yes!
I still don’t understand!
When the meaning comes out, I
In the sense of adaptation!
Then somewhere to my existence
A word has to be achieved!
I’m verbose!
By becoming a stranger!!
in a poetic manner,
Bursting with emotions
Going through the literature,
Due to the practice of many Buddhists,,,,
After a long struggle…
You have to reach!
Then your ears to me
Have to hear from someone!
Then I’m yours
Awaken in consciousness!
Then you are mine
Go hunting!
Finding many times
And to lose!
This game will last many lives!
I am in your body
Consider!
You alone
To shake!
In your nineties
Have a blast!
You after yourself
Lie to keep!
What are you worried about?
What’s wrong with you?
What do you think?
What are you in a hurry?
Yet I am of many ages
The trip is scheduled!
from the invisible
To be a form!
Until then, your work
inside the vacuum,
There are only distractions!
From word to form
in the journey of
Mine is nowhere
Wasal or place
Does not come!
I belong to nature
Tied up in water
of natural behavior
It’s a ritual!
~ Ritu Vasudev
