Life-as an Oxymoron

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I, then

Those streets

Loneliness

Crowds

Lost!

I, now

This trail,

Contented,

Alone,

Smile!

I

Suffered…

Cherished…

Baffled…

Unearthed…

Marveled am I

God-

A Poet

Life-

A poem

It’s

An Oxymoron!

An Irony!

Juxtaposition…

An Antithesis…

Created

Lonely Crowds

Bleeds- then heals

Me and You

Have everything-still bankrupt

The Rivalry between us…

I,

Watched

And walked away…

Emptiness,

Shouted!!!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

19^th August, 2011, IISc

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