One Basket Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Things appear equally,
Nice or handsome
It's a matter of
Look and perception
Pastures are always greener
On the other side of the plane
It's beautiful to see
from a long distance
A stale mountain

Burnt breads at home
Are still sweeter
Perhaps! More so than
Your favourite other
The rhythm of the throb
Here are still louder
If you fail to hear it,
Then it's another matter

I do feel equally for you
Like no other
Drops of ennui dampen
The barren shore
Winds of suffocation
Are brutal though
Still I tread the terrain
With bruised yore
perhaps! The only thing
We lacked between;
To live a dream as one
And for each other Could be!
While you kept Your cards
close to your breast
I did put all the apples
In one basket..

©sachi, sept.6th-2019