THE   HERMIT

Dr Sudhansu Dash

With the impression of breaking the silence

The crunch echoes in the hermit’s mind

In the explosion of a volcano.

Renounced ail his creation

Still an in exhaustible dream to touch the limitless

A deep desire for a war.

A desire to see the other side of the creation

The unfulfilled desire of the hermit’s life.

A new morning, a new sun

Again two paths before him

One ,the quietude of life

The other is a journey in a direction less path

Accepted the second

Again mediation in a deep austerity

The body, though not bleeding with thousands of arrows

But the path full of thrones

Yet overflowing with confidence

The hermit, the lonely traveler

With his own aloneness

The torch bearer of a hopeless earth

Standing on the cross road

Unmoved and unidentified.