Dr. Ashok Kumar

"Chaos Reigns"

In disarray a room lies still

A reflection of the mind's turmoil and will.

A single chair a focal point of sight

Bears the weight of a long coat a weary knight

A pair of shoes like sentinels of old

Stand guard upon the chair stories untold.

Their laces tangled, their soles worn thin

Echoes of journeys of paths wandered within.

The floor a canvas of dust and dirt and grime

A topography of neglect a landscape of time.

The air, thick with stagnation, heavy with despair,

A weight that presses down, a sense of hopelessness there.

Yet, in this chaos, a tale is spun,

Of lives lived, of moments lost, of memories undone.

The chair the coat the shoes, a narrative weave

A testament to the human heart, in all its complexity we leave.

So let this room in all its disarray

Stand as a reminder, of life's own messy way.

For in the chaos, we find the beauty too

A reflection of our own imperfect human truth.

— Dr. Ashok Kumar

International Peace Activist, International Mystic Poet

International Critic, Ambassador of IFCH Morocco Africa

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