Pashupati Jha I.I.T. Roorkee - Department of Humanities
The Only Expertise
I married a man, but
he turned out a mask
many-layered
I tore the pink part
within was the black one
to suit any occasion; and
finally the white one
all dead and lifeless.
Should I blame
his family which formed him
or my family which zeroed on him
or me who ditto their choice
or this age, expert only in masking?
View from the top
is always beautiful
but the reality can be found
only on the ground.
What is the essence
of beauty without truth?
A glare without light?
A noise without meaning?
A word sans emotion?
Yet you love only the top
only the dazzle of glare,
and never the troublesome
search for pearls in the depth
of the stormy ocean
and diamond in the deep
dark caves of mines.
How to cite this article:
Pashupati Jha (2016) : Poem The Only Expertise Research Expression 1 : 1 (2016) 149-150