What’s wrong to me?
The long rail track goes
Parallel to the last limit of eyes,
In the horizon they meet
Or just let down to each other,
The winter evening often asked-
Some bizarre questions to me,
Blasphemy charged by crowd
Whenever I raised the voice
Against the mysterious object,
They are able to see the image!
What’s dilemma in the persona?
I couldn’t observe the divine ray-
The self classification goes on,
Several hours before the mirror
I touched my body parts, suspiciously
But nothing is differ than the
The priest, the next door persons
Since childhood I followed them
The priest and his kept lady
His infantile massager, cute boy
Peeping through the window-
The bad manner, he said me once
That time I was frightened
I couldn’t explained the meaning
Of curiosity and the pleasure to look
The two tracks meeting scene.
---Shantanu Sanyal
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