Oblivious

The ‘I’ is oblivious, or even, zealously unaware of sundry feelings

A serpentine view imprisons the soul and snatches away the ability to feel

It’s only crude realisation of what is important of a shrinking world

Resembles a tiny little pond that is dangerously on the verge of drying up

The crusts surrounding the ‘I’ demarcates the precincts of understanding

A wonderful world slips away from the consciousness swabbed by ignorance

Delicate senses are in danger of extinction; the imperviousness of such a life

~Amitav

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