And Detatchment Poem by Bipin Patsani

Unable to know our own closets,
Can we claim to have known
The world around us?

No.
Burying our heads all the time
In quest of what is wrong in others,
We hardly care to know one another.

Strangers meeting to exchange
A few words but not worries,
We die of our illusions
And miscalculations.

Let us wither away then,
Let us forget the world
We shared once,
And lose where we may have
No misunderstanding, no complaint.

Then, each meeting
Would be fresh and fading
With its ephemeral joy of being together.

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