A Thing called Humility

Saumya’s evocative poem that talks of various tensions and a hope of our lives, exclusively for Different Truths

Footing in front of the Thing,
How many times we set out,
to mission the inward tour?
In the spillway to downcast,
we outplay others to outcast.
I vision the alteration around
in me to ground.

Will there be a time for it
to come forward and
anthropomorphise the feral?
Can we… can we come out of the label?

Expecting it from other
while vetoing it for another,
We do game the latter,
lunging at the demeaning platter.

I now rest the case of this Thing,
for Word and Wave are a pattern,
With beings, subject to variability,
there was a Thing called Humility!

©Saumya Rajan

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