THE EMPTY BOAT

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Living in the land of the void

Crossed in the grave

The empty boat collides with  its own

To all appearances he is a fool

His steps leave no trace

He achieves nothing

He has no reputation

Since he judges no one

No one judges him

He is the empty boat

He remains unread

Who neither influences others

Nor influenced by others

This is his way of cleaning all confusions

 And freedom from sorrows.

He lives in blank space of the undated pages

The days that look back like other days

Though appear unjustified

 In search of dates and unremembered days

Skillfully avoiding the company of distance and days