A new life after consecration
no linger sorrow appears sorrowful to me
nor any gain as Happiness
And when , anything slips from my hand
there is no feeling of loss either.
My mental state is like the sore of a leper
the old ulcer always there , but no pain
me-seens, I have crossed over to haven of fulfilment
or achieved the fruit of penance
Time is ,yet, experimenting with me
and after this Game, -will discard me
regretting the waste of Time
There after, - dressed anew
I shall rise ,again , to be Re-born.
(translated from Bengali poem of 1970-80s ;by Umanath Bhattacharya )
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