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 … Continue reading Oblivious