Do not ask me whether I get disoriented
While traversing the citadels of modernity
Global empires and the rustic corners of the country
I do not notice
This transition,
may be I do not
make the transition,
I am always in a cocoon
which remains unaffected by the trappings
of the time,
That does not stay still
For a moment, not even for a moment
Even if I wish, so much