It is in between
a nonagenarian
and a forty year old
I am placed
while watching a concert.
It is absolute bliss
the older one experiences
eyes closed, fingers
following the Thala
a besh, besh, at times.
glued to the seat.
The one on the other side
listens with distractions,
reads the messages
from her mobile, replies
tweets and records,
moving not an inch.
The between being me
am neither fully engrossed
nor partly involved
lose interest in the middle,
rise up to take a stroll,
an impulse to move.
Being known as irandu kattan
as coined in Tamil, I seem to be
the least of all, besieged
by passion and impatience
pestered by aches and inhibitions,
turn a buffer.
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