You of fullness
Abound in worries about commons,
Betrayed by the deeper elusive truth in the soul,
Wasting away longing.
I quit because of you
Now in a dungeon I’m supposed
By a world full of you…
I sit calm and collected,
Estranged by your abode,
I wished for sweetness
And here am being guarded
Ferocious watchmen stand outside,
Where I refused a necessity.
Sick, silent and weak
Am happy for me.
How sweet to encounter death
While you are standing out there knowing.
31st July, 2006