Objective...A Poem by abhasRight about today, I lost my way, The things I say Have gone astray, I linger in thoughts of where I was, Chosen sleuth for a wrong cause,
As I slide through time, for plays of crime, Past’s malicious grin, Straight out of a comic scene, 2.7 cm wide, 4.7 cm long, and what’s the strain, Throbs till death with liquid pain,
Details and equations, showcases and relationships, Parts of the prescribed course, Mostly paid and packed in remorse, To the fact that life given and taken for free, Rejuvenated by the kiss of poetry,
Obsessed with the unknown, lonely motor’s groan, In the laboratory of fate, all the wrong reasons sown, Even with all the artificial help, I’d like to feel myself, Through the reagents that erodes me, And the world inundated in an engine’s cacophony,
Research turned smudged the line between black and white, For the things I wish were still hidden, We shouldn’t have known and survived without the guilt, The science of perfect pictures disclosed, In reveries, sedated and heavily dosed,
And technically, I had to live, As the king of the lost cause, A blind in the dark, What is the loss? Seemed somewhere around yesterday, That I lost my way... © 2011 abhasFeatured Review
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