Donno why the poet in my has suddenly ‘woken up’.Here’s is how i was this weekend.
Finally cleaned my dirty room with a clean broom,
Now the broom is as dirty as my room
And my room as clean as the broom.
Am I proud of my room.
Got down to my knees,
Mopped the floor.
Oh god! the dust and my back,
But am sure, mom would be glad back home.
Went into a long slumber
Caught glimpses of a vivid dream
In my mind’s innermost realm
My folks called up, thought -yes have to do it for them.
Have come some distance far,
Still a long way to go.
Am barely out of my teens,
Can’t yet come to terms with this world’s niceties.
There’s so much to learn,so much to listen,
So much to know,so much to read.
And i’m not talking classroom here.
Only then you realise how ‘small’ you are.
In my mind,while these were being contemplated,
Bharath says I was ‘frustrated’.
There are times when you need to switch off,
Have to sit back , think and watch.
Now that I’ve woken up,dreamt that dream
My mind like my room,fresh and clean
And for Bharath
I’m normal again
P.S. Is the poet in me lousy??Shall I keep him awake or put him to sleep??
Nikhil Kulkarni 
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