It looks up with no desire
To touch the infinity
But a passion to be infinitely small
To cling to the earth
To serve with all its softness it possesses in its heart
To soften the merciless feet of human
Walking on it.
It suffers with all pleasure
Under the feet
Under a merciless sun
Under the hungry mouths of the cow
Without a complain.
Its candle burns on both the ends
That is its only excuse to live.
No suffering can disturb it
It is beyond the mortal frame
In constant communion with the beyond
Drinking the nectar of infinite joy
In its unidentified frame.
Its soul pervades everywhere
From dust to the cosmos
From time to the timeless
From tears to smiles
With enough of its presence
In the smell of a passionate heart.


Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash