I have lost something, somewhere
in the rush, on the road, to my office,
in a city, in a country,
in the largest continent,
on the earth.
Amid dearth and mirth;
death and birth
I am troubled.
I am worried.
Because
I cannot find myself.
Overwhelmed
or
underwhelmed;
I can never be myself
again.
Pleasure
or pain,
on my way to the office
once again.
(What did I lose?
No more the heart remembers
for ‘forgotten’ is the new bliss)
