It is nothing but a pompous fallacy
A huge circle without a center
A deep look inside to know it is full
Just like a handful of sand grains
The clenched wrist and the wind
And it flows like the burning lava
Of an unerupted volcanic trench
For years of suppression
It searches for the mirage
In the desert and sees
A mirror with two faces
And it hits in the face
Of a bony cadaver



The Story Behind

This poem describes the mind set of a person who has been forbidden independence and the right to live in his own way. It describes how difficult it has been for the person to tolerate all those restrictions laid upon him.

The poem compares him to a circle without a centre describing his aimless path of life like that of a dilettante. The sand clenched firmly in a wrist describes his desperate effort to come out of the bondage. The burning lava of a suppressed volcano describes his fury.

But even when he tries to come out of such bondages, he never succeeds as his ties never let him come out of the trap. He feels he has reached his destination but he is too disillusionised to realise that all the power he used to free himself from the cage had led to his self-destruction.