Sanctity is not a mere blanket
The moment it is wrapped around the body
Will it fly away like a winter bird
A body totally infested with leprosy
In order to achieve that
After clambering infinite flights of stairs
In offerings one has to accept
Crystal clear deeds, Counless voyages
Continuous perusals
The ignited charcoal ofa wornout earthen oven
Like me tamprphosing maize
Smouldering in suppressed continuous flame
From the powerful and mightly earth
Unparalled forgiveness and
Infinite strength to instil fertility
Sanctity is not Lord Hari's sugary sweetmeat
To be thrown away
For the mythic ravens to be picking at
Sinful sugar
Wiring yourself leaving no remnants
In order to achieve that
Wash it with your tears
The fiery conflogration
The amount of sacrifice
The search fro slothfulness
Before a pot full of rice
A totally weary afternoon
Prostrated vacuousness
To squander and scotch in its wake
The frosted leaves of the Ashoka
To read them one by one..
CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
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