I stand in the echo of
Myself
Waiting to decipher
To discern

My true self
Undiluted by sophistication
Unsullied by rumours
Unhurried by punctuality

My image bounces off me
My sounds I strain to hear
The echo crisscrosses the distance
Befuddled, in deep despair

What I can see
Is not the true me
What I can hear
Is a voice unfamiliar

What I project
Perhaps not what I am
Unknown to the echo
Hides the true man

Subir Chakraborty / 14th Feb 2018