HERMIT

   There goes a hermit
	Walking slowly, bending shoulder
	Lucid eyes scatter and splatter
	The aura of emptiness.

	Our hermit, the starving hermit
	Knows nothing about the dances of clouds
	The way you or the other thriving people
	Floats on the air, full of delicacies
	This hermit is ignorant of sophistication.
	
	There goes our hermit
	Broken strides
	One step, two step
	Then stops
	Hermit looks forward
	He can see two glistening lovers
	Holding each other with crystalline yearning.
	Hermit scratches his scraggy beard
	Mumbles some forgotten songs
	Then he goes again.
	Walking lazily, with dried throat
	Hermit feels a flash of thirst 
	Though he can not drink now
	He is forbidden totake any food
	From this perennial gusto.

	Our hermit does not make any sense.
	To the lovable human
	He is ludicrous, laughable;
	Sailor wants to throw him overboard
	That bird with long yellow beak
	Came to take refuge
	On this land of opportunities
	After staring at our hermit's eyes,
	Full of extrusion,
	The poor bird chose death
	To get freedom from boredom and loneliness.

	So our hermit only walks and walks
	Nowhere to go, no one to see
	Tinkering with time, tinkering with space
	Our hermit keeps walking
	On his spherical monotonous journey.

All ritghts reserved by SOHEL KARIM 1998