Obliteration

I resemble to everyone
But myself
In sea of crowd,
Serpentine queues of malls,
Wilderness of personnel rules
And civil society.



I – a file
Placed on personnel department shelf
With a tagged code
A competitive commodity for super companies
But self gathering dust in a forgotten corner.



I – a robot
Dragged through main gate metal detector
At bewitching tunes of Krishna's flute.
Myth inhabits and psyche pervades
Like gopies of Gokul
Lost myself in vacuum – a undefined state.



Who are you? Identify self.
The man at counter shouts.
With my humility I justify self and
ID card comes to rescue, where 'I' sits
Often being mutilated
For on my face being signed

(by security officer) .



Is it me - the self?
I resemble to everyone
But My-Self?




Hrushikesha Mohanty

by Hrushikesha Mohanty

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