Ants are few in our midst,

but grasshoppers aplenty.

The fix for today

is what matters:

tomorrow be damned.

Who wants to see the horizon ?

It appears illusory anyway.

Precedents are precious

and customs sacrosanct:

being as is matters.

Tick the boxes,

do the filings,

and go through

necessary motions:

all for the sake of form.

Life meanwhile

transits from one quarter

to the next

and in the blinking of an eye

“I’ll Be Gone/You’ll Be Gone”*

So why bother


the status quo ?

*The poem was inspired by Manish Sabharwal’s brilliant piece titled “The Great Bank Fiddle” in The Indian Express of April 16, 2018 from where the title is referenced.

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p24 (c) pradeep gopalan


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