THESE DAYS

I am silent.

For I can not understand you

Any more

All these things you talk about.

I tried to stay connected

But I am too far removed.

Invisible to you

Suspended

In my temporary little paradise.

No Santa,

No Christmas,

No Trump.

No racism.

No exclusive mutual admiration clubs for the like minded

We have nothing left to talk about

Here the Sun is so pretty

Always sharp on time

as it sets for the day.

Here Lord Shiva and Ganesha

watch over me.

They see me.

I am grateful, Hari Om!

You do not seem to notice

my absence

anyway.

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