Walls

‘Viyogi’ lanes of Jammu negotiates

And finds around him walls, walls and walls.

Then wonders what stories and what fates

Are lurking or are brewing , Mating calls

Of unadmitted passion, smarting burns

Of wounding, vile sentences; waging tongues,

Of hibernating lust or purest songs.

He keeps on thinking till he inward turns.

And wonders if at all he wants to know

What lies behind these walls, Questionings

Are stilled and smoothened is his furrowed brow,

He lets them secrets be the secret things.

‘T is good to let the hiding tales decide

Their moments to emerge ,Let them hide