Never-ending mesmer
To fascinate me.
Probably, I find the sea,
Rivers, streams and the waterfalls
As an extension of my love, rain.
I felt intrinsically connected
To this elixir of life!
It's not that I swam
Or found ecstacy in being immersed in it,
But inexplicable joy flows
As each time I watch
The waves, the ripples, the spurt…
But I do not know if I can watch
This mesmer all day all through
Each and every day, from dawn to dusk.
This makes me amazed,
When I see that old grandpa
Clad in white mundu standing everyday
On that bridge watching the river.
The noise of the passing vehicles
Never bothered him.
I see him during the day, noon and dusk,
In the sun, the rain and the cloudy days…
He whispers to himself, he carries an umbrella,
Though have never seen him using it.
People might think of him as crazy.
I do wonder what he finds there;
Everyday he might be finding it anew…
I look for him, as I cross the bridge every time,
With a silent prayer that he should be safe and sound…
And I feel relief seeing him,
As always in soliloquy...
And it dawns upon me,
Mesmer is in the beholder's eyes.
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