October 2019

The Name that Wasn’t

No voice, no noise.No reflection of oneself.No definition; none for assumption.I am not myself. Now here, now there.I pity myself.Now this, now that.I am not myself. Neither today nor tomorrow.I can’t portray the inner self.One’s thoughts, another’s actions.I am not myself. Neither from the rainNor from the draught.From where do I thenGlean myself? I am but a nameThat tiny nothingNeither more nor less.I remain myself.© Suyog Ketkar

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