Looking deep in me these days
I understand that I’m different.
The difference now I understand
Has been in me ever, ever since.
Why I took this long to wade away
The pall of similar and the familiar?
This sense of difference I feel in me
Is the diminishing of margin I have.
I tutor me - a little naughty toddler-
And give lessons and reasons better.
He in his turn goes calm and cooler
As never before he knew it anymore.
When I understand a thing or two,
New and becoming, I understand me.
When I let one do it-a thing or two
New and becoming, I understand me.
None is different unless one understands.
What one understands is one’s difference.
A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-understand-8/
