A Poem of Shadow Boxing with Self
Sitting beside reluctant fan
That rotates at its will
I indulge in a shadow boxing
With the insider
Who indulges in
The routine game of hiding
Never allowing me a chance to seek!
I pant
I puff
I sweat
The eluding self, forever
At its teasing game
Reduces me to a child
Left alone in a procession
Of drums and wails
Fearfully blocking the tender ears
And making the brain walls numb!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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