The Shadow of Darkness

Dr Sudhansu Dash

The call coming from the centre of my voidness

Shatters my being into thousands of pieces

Leaving not even a faded trace

To posses as my own.

I am but to return before time

That I have brought from others

The moment of returning home

Flies so fast that

The familiar path of everyday life

 Shall turn to a stranger to itself.

I have collected nothing other than some

Darkness and lights,

Some trusts and distrusts,

Some pain and pleasure, some justifications

All these are but the shadows of darkness

  I  preserved most carefully

Under the cloth with multiplied stitches

Helpless to uncover themselves.

Those have turned to a handful of dust.

I could carry nothing with me

But to leave all the mortal bearings

Hear in the dying earth

What the use of possessing all these

Than being blamed of having those with me?