Around the lame-lit fogginess
Dark figures are swimming
They have the heads
Eyes too
Lips and nose intact as well
But faces from their beings are missing.
Their bodies are jumbling into each other
Changing identities perversely
As if floating in oblivion;
So close
As dead fishes in an rotten equarium
Piles of piles, pliant , lumpish
And their identities
Like the nasty bubbles that
on the surfaces
Get completely lost.
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Born at Moradabad (UP)and educated at Banaras Hindu University ,Varanasi in disciplines of Politics and Management; obtained Doctorate on Globalisation and its Impact on sovereignty of India. Writes in English and Hindi.Poems and articles published in various Magazines and Periodicals.
