As I sat there, in the evening drizzle,
Looking down at the forming puddle,
Tens of bright faces all around me,
Not one could help solve this puzzle!
How it all had started, how it went on,
Why I had to enter, why I should go on,
What would be when my role is done,
When would I know when to be gone?
Camouflaged remain the forces, true,
And their intentions remain unknown,
Mesmerized, the majority runs about,
Assuming lordship of their grave!
A little more thought would set them
Straight, the buried don't own the pit.
Bring what I may to the table today,
Upon my exit, home, I'll be on my way!
And then it started pouring down,
The faces shadowed by umbrellas.
It was then, a voice caught my ear
Your home, it said, must be near!
It all came out of nowhere, is not,
And will go not anywhere,
For, I am not that which is,
But I am that which is not!
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
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