This

It is this unconcerned                                 chasm that widens

It is for this I write, the

Disguised fierceness   

                                     rushing, now and again,

What lament could justify the                     divide, the 

Coarse-lewd rhetoric, the 

Animosity.

My declamations – quotidian sighs; they 

Don’t necessitate any crises of moral 

Proportions;                                               

                No froth of curiosity. Agitation, a painful distraction.

What maddens us quietly also makes us 

                                                   Question the 

                                                    Beliefs that govern our decades. 

..

Anant Dhavale