Shared

Shared

 

That gravel patch

Wretched ditch

There lies

Unpardoning quest

Surreal, waiting.

Headless pots

Walking with crutches

Without a ketch

Piercing noise

Sulking breaths

Beckoning journey

Unknown to the Zombies

The craft has a mast

Flying birds sing

Romancing the drift

Everybody’s path

Trodden by hundreds

Nobody’s lamb

Million hidden shreds

Laughing life

Breathless crawl

A kingfisher’s bet

On a tiger’s prowl

Paths etched

The wretched soul’s grit

Journeying through the ditch

Shared is the canoe.

 

Vinathe Sharma

April 2016

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About Vinathe Sharma

I am an interdisciplinary researcher and practitioner. My engagment is to facilitate people's understanding of their own agency and the Actionable Space in their life. I draw from various theoretical and practitioner areas of Education, Psychology, Social Work, Environmental Studies, Literature, Sociology and History. I work with communities at the grassroots as well as in the academia.
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