My twinkling toes ,had found a new companions, The dark shaded guys moving in perfect unison ,
Rumbling on their bellies, dancing the only cliché performance,
I mingle my steps into their awkwardness,
We soon find each other into a complete madness..
They trade me ,with a strange smile on each visit,
A simple dimple on my cheek, they ask me as a solicit,
How egregious is it , to find the smile breaking ,
On watching them fade away, without the trade accomplishing ,
They grow, beyond the measuring scales,
Cuddle with shy into almost nothingness,
They stand schizoid, even as I am elated
Don't even console me, even as I am depressed....
Like ripples of agitation on calm water,
They distort me form my work, making it more tougher ,
Despite,I have fallen in love with these trade makers,
Their voyages , over the scattering rays ,like spots on a paper,
Can't they stay with me forever , atleast as a neighbor????
But they fear the dark ,dispite of being black
Perhaps they liked the darker suit, taut and slack,
Soon they leave scurrily ,scuttling through the receding beams of light ,
Giving me hope, for an another round of merchandise,
I wait here again for the smile over the price
After all they are merchants, my toe's very own shadow guys .......
Achyut Murari
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