Full of emptiness I  stand
From an unremembered past
To turn the troubles of my face merely upon myself
With passions of some difference
It gives me soil to my behavior
My breast has buried the thoughts of great values
My eyes see not myself, but the reflection of your somebody
Turning a no-body in every moment.
I have no such negligence
As will turn your hidden worthiness’ into your eyes
That you might see your shadow
All dangerous images seek into me
That which is not me
You cannot see yourself so well as my reflection
I can modestly discover you for yourself that yet you know not
The false promises of your love
I prefer myself to all roots
To be afraid of your hidden image
The stormy hearts of disagreement with me
Arising from the flames of your body
Walking under your huge legs

Peeping about to find yourself in the dishonorable grave
I will consider what you have said
I will consider what you have to say
I will with patient have and find a time
Both we to hear and answer one another.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash