I am a soul like a dry straw,
Hovering in the air
Between life and death,
Between hope and despair.
I am a soulless soul,
Having no flesh, no shape,
No feeling, no sense.
I am benumbed and lulled
With the intoxicating scents
Of Poppy and Lotus.
I float in the air
On the wingless wings.
I am a drunken heart
Absorbed
In having sensuous pleasure
In a bar.
I have been massless mass
Since the beginning
Of the beginning,
And waiting only to sink
In the Lethe
For my own salvation.
Kolkata, India.
6th July,2013.
Dipankar Sadhukhan
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