Ensconced
I wrote this poem a year back and chanced upon it while going through my files…as you do. It’s called ‘Ensconced’ and I think this will resonate with most of us. I’d be interested to know your take on this. Do you agree, or disagree? Or more importantly, how ensconced are you in your life? Let’s be a little philosophical this month, dear Blogworms.
Poem: “Ensconced”
Sure, we all inhabit the one and same planet
But, we live in our own little worlds,
Ensconced.
We try so hard to present ourselves
In ways that are unique, are our own
And that would make us stand out.
But we needn’t bother,
As we make up our own stories
On whosoever we encounter.
It doesn’t matter what we say,
Or what we do,
Nor, does it matter
How cogent the evidence we present is;
For we’ll believe what we want to believe in,
As we don’t trust ourselves,
Or, trust others –
Let alone believe in them.
We go by what we see,
What we feel,
And what we think –
The rest is all spiel.
We embrace those we hate
And scowl at those we love
For reasons known to
The heavens above!
We flock in crowds
To feel belonged,
To lessen the emptiness,
That clings on…
And on…
And on.
Sure, we all inhabit the one and same planet
But, we choose to live in our own little worlds,
Ensconced.
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