WHAT IF I AM HIM? — CREATIVE SEGMENTS

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WHAT IF I AM HIM?
That Brethren who wears fabric of insanity
That Weary Soul whose hairy coat forbids a wash up
That Human whose mouths open to the sprinkling drop of sand
That Man who is the most Successful to himself
That Human who makes a solo chat thinking it is chorus
That Mammal who guffaws to what people cross hands on head for.

What if I am him,
That Brethren whose legs forget to pay tax to locomotion before descending on Earth
That Weary Soul whose bottom serves as landing gears on the ground
That Human who mocks a Yogaist with his own permanence
That Man who is always at ease — not standing
That Human who sadly shares the amazing movement of a Crab
That Mammal who possess the best dancing skill inward but can’t in reality.

What I am him
That Brethren whose ending part of his fingers are lost
That Weary Soul who never smell the scent of city’s enjoyment
That Man whose body has become untouchable
That Human whom with his wealth is an illness to human kind
That Human who willingly abandon his Mansion for a strange Forest
That Mammal who share rooms with wild Animals.

What if I am him
That Brethren whom words can’t get entry into his eardrum
That Weary Soul whom words die at the gate of his ear
That Human who think his addressee is the victim suffering from his own sickness
That Man who run amok in sight of leaves in people’s Mouth
That Human whose hands are the tools of his communication
That Mammal whose tongue fails to produce expected words.

What if I am him,
That Brethren whose vision didn’t dispense its service to its side
That Weary soul whose outer ball feign to see widely
That Human who keep his hands in front of him for way-out
That Man whom darkness has indicted in the court of vision
That Human who has no morning, afternoon but only night
That Mammal who never see the border between beauty and ugliness.

Originally published at https://creativesegments.in

What if I am him
That Brethren who take a stretcher as his rack
That Weary Soul at a Caring Centre
That Human who prostrate in permanence, greeting no one
That Man who is in prolonged unconsciousness
That Human whose head is in the carapace of bandage
They Mammal with inward disturbances which makes him wea

What if I am him
That Brethren whose legs slip off the tiles of Earth
That Weary Soul whose legs slide to the pavement of the First World
That Human who becomes a stranger again after a deep breath
That Man whom death deprive of second chance
That Human whose hand can’t reach fruit of redress
That Mammal whom death unspread the mat of his existence.

What if I am him,
Will I write this?
?
?
God, YOU I thank!

Originally published at https://creativesegments.in on January 4, 2021.