Counter Discourse

Self-abnigation of a sailor

Counter Discourse

Relentless salty invite of sea was telling me I am not the same I used to be dear

I am not because after my legs were tied to railing of a hospital bed

cultivators’ river and labourers’ river were flowing separately on both side of bed

an enforced discipline in which the sun rises and sets only once throughout the day

if one has to draw comparison one would say it is not wedding vows of frog and snake

when the half-wet seed has for the last time embraced its sprout

I knew I was not as I used to be as locks of all words have been opened

days are such that roses refuse to bloom without bonemeal of saints at roots

and some bugger has spitted red at the corner of the sky and fled

may be… may be… the raven seated upon the head of scarecrow

from the rag-stitched water of the pond during springtime noon

I have cleaned and picked up the last piece of shadow of my own

( Translation of Counter Discourse )

Kolkata,  30 March 2000

Objectivity