A Mute look

Dr Sudhasu Dash

The look looks blank

Extending to the horizon

No question no answer

But in utter calmness of a no-mind

The bones shivers and cracks

Water drops cannot rest on the body

Life waiting for a death

Waiting in the butcher’s knife

The question less looks uncomplaining and unprotesting

Just obliged to gratify

 The PHILINIC desire of the tongue

His hungry look upon the fleshy parts of my body

To destroy the warmth of coldness

For another warmth

All precautions made for a ‘no-causality’

All take the credit

The Goverment runs with a public confidence

But none to save me from the hungry passion of man

 My mother kept me in her warm bosom but an empty stomach

To shock her settled breast

Meaningless for a child

She had thousand and one promises for the tomorrow

For plenty of milk to my hungry stomach

I am not destined for it

My life costs some paper notes

The language of mother’s tear is unheard to every ear

The storm passes away

The sun shines in multiple forms

The world moves in its natural way

Everybody will be there

But not I

My two innocent looks dissolve in voidness

My voice remains unheard

My soft flesh in the burring stomach

At least console my mother

To keep her womb barren

Not to suffer another painful desert

Standing between the pains of two drops of helpless tears

And the happiness of a barren womb.

(A goat waiting for a death)