Netralal Pandey
I’m the battery
Probably made in some factory
That I do not know yet
Where I came from.
As a battery’s positive & negative ends,
My mouth and mind are the plus,
My anus is the minus.
Frequently charged and discharged,
With mysterious cosmic power.
Two outer eyes are my bulbs,
Through which
The material world evolves.
The third eye, if there is one,
Is not opened yet.
But the inner light
That I generate
Has never been broad enough to
Understand.
It is spread within a very narrow
Circle.
Beyond that, darkness is infinite.
Science is still a dwarf,
It has not reached or touched the level
Of eternal spirituality.
The rod is my backbone,
Consequently, I look vertical.
But neither can I walk
Nor can I jump.
I am just a pump,
Inhaling, exhaling,
Exhaling, inhaling.
The air I breathe
Seems always vacant.
To fill that space in this worldly empire,
Scenes of vampires
Have been wildly seen,
In the minuscule time
That I call my life.
I’m thrown and taken away,
Assuming to be alive.
I am no one and alone,
I think I’m a useless bone.
The birth given by one hand,
Always being seized
By the other hand
Of the Almighty Supreme power.
Neither have I practiced
The lesson of the past,
Nor have I lived in the present,
Nor am I cautious towards the future.
Just living in illusion,
I am being rolled and rolled
For the frivolous fantasy of fightings.
Like the vehicle of uncertain life,
And dove into the limitless end.
What is birth and death?
Or is it a reoccurring race?
I am not awakened to the truth.
The goal that I aim for is always left
Unfulfilled.
Lastly, where I will go,
Never dear, never I know.
–West Hartford, CT, US
