THE DIARY OF A SILENCE

Dr sudhansu Dash

Give me a handful of suffering

I would distribute all my long accumulated pleasure

Give me a drop of tear

I would wash out all your sins

Give me a cold death

I would pledge in your name

The rest of my life, written on a piece of blotting paper

My morning starts with a directionless wave in the ocean

My memory living in a missing past

Everything unclear, uncertain

All nothing but the garland of undone flowers

I am this silence

Searching myself or dissolving in a desire less void.