Sitting beside reluctant fan <br />That rotates at its will <br />I indulge in a shadow boxing <br />With the insider <br />Who indulges in <br />The routine game of hiding <br />Never allowing me a chance to seek! <br /> <br />I pant <br />I puff <br />I sweat <br /> <br />The eluding self, forever <br />At its teasing game <br />Reduces me to a child <br />Left alone in a procession <br />Of drums and wails <br />Fearfully blocking the tender ears <br />And making the brain walls numb!<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-of-shadow-boxing-with-self/
