THE CHAOS
BY DR JERNAIL SINGH ANAND
Whatever you see,
Has its map somewhere.
Can I go astray?
Or can it be the other way?
The map was lost
And I was constructed at random,
But I feel, there was a design
Behind the chaos that I am.
I see my thoughts running amuck
My mind in disarray
My body resistant to my dreams
And my actions, undirected and extempore.
I feel like a kite tumbling in the firmament
Cut off from the string
Dreaming lavishly of my days
When I was pulled by invisible hands.
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