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 quibbles; they
Don’t necessitate any crises of moral
Proportions;
No froth of curiosity. Agitation, a painful distraction.
What maddens me quietly also makes me
Question the
Beliefs that govern my time.
..
Anant Dhavale
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