Oblivion is my refuge and <br />It`s worth a life`s deductions. <br />From the day my life sprang up <br />From the mercy of the Creator <br />My oblivion has been my pal beloved. <br /> <br />Oblivion is my strength and <br />It`s nothing less than a grace. <br />Transferring my pains and woes <br />Into its inner chambers my entity triumphs <br />And my ego surges forward. <br /> <br />My oblivion has two phases- <br />One is of my life haunted by myself, <br />The other is of my life ravaged by time. <br />As the lilies fade out the former does and <br />As the islands in the Pacific submerge does the latter. <br /> <br />What is an oblivion of your kind? <br />Do you ever make such deductions? <br />As a new stream of new pathos rushes <br />To run along the abode of your oblivion, <br />Do you know the bliss you scale down?<br /><br />M.D DINESH NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-of-oblivion/
