The Wind Charms

By Partha Pratim Goswami

Affected by and unending stupor

The hollow minds lie down.

And are stacked haphazardly, orderless,

Hanged on strings like wind charms.

Rattled by shock waves on occasion

They clang together making noise.

At the moment the wave pass through

The clang stops at a gradual instant.

“The silence resumes! Oh sweet silence!

The clang hurts our ears reverberating

In our hollow vessels it echoes throughout.”

The windy open plains rattle the charms.

So the marionettist hangs the charms

In a dark and windless cave.

Here the hollow minds find comfort

As they gradually begin to rot away.

By Partha Pratim Goswami