Searching a Portion of Virgin Soil

Dr Sudhansu Dash

The unquiet impulses in me

Disturb conveniently my idea of committing another sin.

Altogether beyond all hopes of murdering my being

Of a hopeless tomorrow.

The broad field where all mankind can meet

Confined to a narrow path

Breathing the disgraceful air of the unborn days

Diverged from one another

Sometimes questions the soil I stand as a forlorn survivor

In the mercy of a hostile earth under my feet

I am compelled to redefine my position anew

And claim the humiliating mercy of a friend.

The human

Just a head on the shoulders

Brings himself a comfortable conclusion

Everything is best as the story shapes itself

Under a sunless fantasy.

All the antique dates have gone beyond the circle

To live in a peaceful grave of a virgin soil.