By passing me you pass yourself

I seek you; you skip me.
I pursue; you elude.
I am page one and you page two,
Our eyes not meeting each other.
Pride in your lips; wet are my eyes.
Having understood of you,
I have understood that
You aren’t yet understood.
Having gone past me,
You have gone past yourself.
06.11.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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