Life As It Is (1)

By Sukhendu Parui

Hawks vultures are flying throughout the dream

My whole body proceeded to play the conch shell,

Suddenly tumbling sounds

The wall or the roof, 

The naked sky is falling over down.

Throughout life, in many ways, many things broke—

Knees, elbows, necks, and feet – 

I see the mastery of the span of life –

As I am offering flowers with folded hands. 

It is easy to reckon victory or defeat

Rightly when and where-now,

Still the playing in the populate crowd –

The fight between life and death is in full swing. 

Simple scale-oh-how be very weighty,

The intellect to make mansions--

Oh, God, standing alone incessantly,

Age-wise different weight-of the Almighty. 

Breaking time, lime and sand are falling,

The showcase of heart-

sometimes vacant or variety-colored,

He who only knows rightly how to burn,

Wax and slender-wick blame each other. 

To survive, one has to stay alive only as if,

To break the wall I open the inner shirt,

The chest has why the limited ribs,

And the heart by the foot of the day-

On the hands of the night. 

Many crops are burning all over the firm,

Where are you, aye come be whoever-

Put out the  fire-

Let my heart be burnt to have food lot dear.

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By Sukhendu Parui