The No-Man’s  Home

Dr sudhansu Dash

Opened in all sides

A blank roof over the head

He accepts his home

In all transitoriness of his being and becoming

Spending each night

Waiting for another uncertain night

In a carefully careless   mind

All his belongings collected from the street

Are but some darkness and some light

Under the torn clothes

Carrying the burden of taking away everything

Now lying scattered in his home

Watching them carefully from a distance

Least anybody may steal it away

The whole universe belongs to him

He walks anywhere he likes

All the all the nothingness of his life

Escaping the eyes of the millions

A careless body, a careless mind

Not an assert to anybody else

Sharing a strange look with everybody else

In the midst of a mad crowd

Preserving his mad heart under a cloth less body.

A oneness occupies him

A dog, a crow with a unaddressed bird.

Covers the body under the bone cracking cold

You cannot betray him

He has disposed himself mercilessly

Life so void, so blank he understands

Much more than the foolish logic of man

Returns home if possible with two empty palms

Or may possibly be lost

Before his return.

(A mad man in the vending Zone at Dhenkanal)