Poetry || The Mountain of the Moon (Jagannath Chakravarti)
They were the species of wringing verses –
Useless arrangements of words
Repeating over and over, over time.
One could choose to ignore them
Or fall prey to their obsessive compulsion
And indistinct symmetry.
What if it were our impromptu affinity for
Symmetry – the mere obsession of
That has taught humans to bear or to
With mere tunnel vision?
In search of the mountain of the moon,
Or the heart of an explorer at stake…
That is what we have to figure out for ourselves.
First Published: CultureCult Magazine, Issue Two: November 2015