(Now)
I resemble to everyone
But myself
In sea of crowd,
Serpentine queues of malls,
Wilderness of personnel rules
And civil society.
I – a file
Placed on personnel department shelf
With a tagged code
A competitive commodity for super companies
But self gathering dust in a forgotten corner.
I – a robot
Dragged through main gate metal detector
At bewitching tunes of Krishna's flute.
Myth inhabits and psyche pervades
Like gopies of Gokul
Lost myself in vacuum – a undefined state.
Who are you? Identify self.
The man at counter shouts.
With my humility I justify self and
ID card comes to rescue, where 'I' sits
Often being mutilated
For on my face being signed
(by security officer).
Is it me - the self?
I resemble everyone
But My-Self?
Hrushikesha Mohanty
August 2008.
OBLITERATION
(Then)
I resemble to everyone
But myself
In sea of crowd with uniform,
Serpentine queues of company canteen,
Wilderness of personnel rules
And civil society.
I – a file
Placed on personnel department shelf
With a tagged code
A uncompetitive supermarket commodity
Gathering dust in a forbidden corner.
I – a robot
Dragged through main gate
At bewitching tunes of Krishna's flute.
Myth inhabits and psyche pervades
Like gopies of Gokul
Lost myself in vacuum – a undefined state.
Who are you? Identify self.
The man at counter shouts.
With my humility I justify self and
ID card comes to rescue, where 'I' sits
Often being mutilated
For on my face being signed
(by security officer).
Is it me - the self?
I resemble everyone
But My-Self?
Hrushikesha Mohanty
before 1994.
Note
I find nothing much has changed in psyche between the crowd at ECIL gate and the young software engineers speeding to their companies now.
