DUMPED

Sobha R. Cherukuri

Longtime back someone dumped

A bunch of cases and masses,

Creating jewels like planets,

Chaotically it seemed.

Then mother earth threw

Some dust out of its bowels

And caught a moon in a climbing distance

Those were things all done on purpose

A while ago have I too dumped

A bunch of values and masses

Of elders’ spiritual wisdom,

Recklessly and at random;

I threw my culture and my native tongue

And flew over many a time zone.

To land cm a scene, glowing put not pure:

All done in vain, to no purpose

No jewels to catch, no moon to reach.

Look, while conversing with you,

This very minute, this very minute,

I am dumping my breath

And emptying my life in slow degrees:

Know you not that you too dump,

Irrevocably and unknowingly,

Emptying your life with every breath?

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