The Guest House

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

I am happy to find a listener

Who never follows me faithfully

In a confidential  depth of heart and mind

With perfect sympathy.

His thoughts might have frozen and words might have gone silenced

I am excused to imagine for a visitor to my body

In a helpless night.

My body burdened with decayed flesh and bone

Gives a faint idea of my life

Together with some character that move within me.

In the melancholic length of my never ending path

Everybody leaves me on the half way.

My bosom has all the softness for you

Permits itself to crumble any moment with a touch of negligence

I must be content to call it ‘affection’

Only a word

Everybody leaves me affected every moment.