The Unknown

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Cleaning the entire earth

Remaining unclean every moment

Unliving the life here entirely

The unknown.

Talks to himself his own language

Sharing but none

Beating his chest

As if it is not his own

He knows the art of disowning himself

He knows the art of being a ‘no-body’

In the crowd of all some bodies

None cares after him

Excepting throwing some words of sympathy

Poor!

An unmistakable sign of some hopeless indifference

He feels pity

Towards the oily faces of the street suffering for a no-cause

Perhaps this is the excuse

He beats the heart

Nobody understands

Nobody wants to understand him

In the fast life of the street

All moving blindly towards an irresistible love for Death

Thespace between his two empty eyes

Speaks the meaninglessness of each of our impotent words

In the world of the Unknown