The unquiet wanderer

Dr Sudhansu Dash

The looks are plastic enough to trust the sounds

But sweeter emotions of gentle blood flowing in her vain

Passions have grown accustomed to the narrow eyes

And the cracked cheeks.

Insults are heaped upon her to glorify the pains

She has turned the years again

To call those exiles of the past

The unquiet wonderer has no disgrace upon the enemy

Who have plundered all her grace

In an unknown earth.

The wavy hair have maddened so many sophisticated beasts

Hiding under the human garment.

A terrible beauty is born from her dried bone marrow

In its loneliness and pain

To gather the head till the dust has stopped the ears.

It is time for her to taste the salty breath

And listen the corner

That has yet not come.

Enough of sorrow she has before death

To have a conversation among the bones of her body.

No figure can push away the feathered glory

Of the bird of the day

That dares to forget the delight.