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Mystique of Life

A satirical poem about an onlooker, by Monika, exclusively for Different Truths.

In the world of ‘Thinkers’ and ‘Doers’
I wouldn’t shy to be an ‘Onlooker’.
Perhaps daydreaming ain’t perfect
but to endure hum and haw
through some pauses
is a price worth paying.

I shall wait
every chance I get.
My gaze set to the skyline,
wondering… to overlook the sight
is denying yourself
wonderous Mystique of life.

When these ‘Thinkers’ are busy
following the humdrum,
I stumble over the trivia of existence.
Lending myself lenience
to let my mind break free from
the confines of being prosaic.

I wonder from where to acquire
the strands that fasten
one human to another and
quash the maims that separates us.
I think about the genesis of virtues
and what ‘Humanity’ is all about.

I would wait…
while others are engaged.
In the intercession of time,
I would give in aeons of tedium
to solve the curio,
like no one before.

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Monika Ajay Kaul
Born in the breathtakingly beautiful vale of Kashmir, Monika had her schooling there. A postgraduate in Business Management, an academician by profession, she is an art history enthusiast, writes poetry, short stories and paints. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies. Giving wings to her imagination through beautiful colours and words, she sings and has a following on YouTube.

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