Time and again I think of writing
Like a poet; uprooting my heart
I wish to vomit my grudge and agony;
Every cloudlet of suppressed anguish,
Accumulating day by day
Can perhaps someday conceive and bear
Thunderbolts!
 
Sometimes I wish with bare hands
I can shake the basement of earth;
All the rusts of aged superstitions
And the infidel modernisation
Can be turned into ashes if I can
Light up within myself
A carnivorous, relentless
Fireball!
 
At times I think of drawing the portrait
Of the phenomenon called Mother Nature;
I vow to bring back the smile
In her skeleton-like dead sculpture
-A smile long lost and awaited for
By those who still have faith in her
Omnipotence!
 
The way exists all the time;
What lacks in me is will;
Addicted to the selfish thoughts
The frog in the well comes to halt
My chariot!
 
My eccentric conscience, though
Cleanses me from my selfishness;
It tells me not to restrict my writing
To the mere conceptions and worthless thoughts
Of intellectual snobs!
 
Every step I take must accommodate
The words I swear through these lines;
My shoes and my pen shall walk in life
Every second, side-by-side
Till the day I get the call of
Eternity!