THE HUNTED GRAVEYARD

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I am going

Never shall get tired of my aloneness

Spreading all my unspent coldness around me

Investing the remains

 Of my unexhausted helplessness

Waiting quietly from infinity with an undying hope

At least  once your cold breeze

To touch my burning grave.

Tell me a brave

Who could root out others sufferings?

All with their forehead with drops of sweating

Of an unissued fear

All at the centre of blind sea of hemlock

At times God misses the path

In my salty tears.

Misunderstand me not

Even a thirsty particle of Trust

Could digest the sea of poison

With the desire to be eternal.

I am just a hunted passion of a dispassion

Nothing more

Waiting to cover myself Under your consoling shadow

The unwanted past your presence

Breaking myself into pieces

Moment to moment

In shaping the image of my darkness.