An ordinary life, an ordinary vision – Delhi Poetry Slam

An ordinary life, an ordinary vision

By Angana Patgiri

What did God aspire when He breathed life into me?
What great enormity might have been evoked in
creation when I opened my eyes?
Merely blinking;
Barely grasping life,
Barely realizing that the world is not less colourful.
Eyes, my eyes - those paradoxical existences;
That remained the ignition of agonies more, mirth less
Loved less, yet recalled timelessly the images
Always crafting a riddle,
An encapsulated memoir of mankind's bleak
innocence.
Eyes gazed into another's,
They smiled, grieved;
Then in a sister's embrace,
In a game played in the courtyard,
In the fragrance of the wet earth after rain,
In grandma's mango pickles -
Passed all monochromatic episodes of life.

Maybe this heart endures, beats
Through these inglorious love and hatred of men.


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