Love: My fate (Radha-25)
My fate is not in my hand now
Handful of solitude falls off my hand
Even if the dead banyan tree
Laughs at me
In this my fate
To be lighted time and again
Through darkness.
You, the goal of my everything
My laughter or my crying
My every other thing's fate, you are
I recognise your name only
Among thousands of words
Hey words!
Don't touch me,
Be off and get away
And don't ty to
distract me from my meditation.
Don't you know
I become motionless
When you go to sleep
And I used to swim across Yamuna river
When you shed tears.
Tell me the truth
What is there in store for me
In my fate
Is there a big stone beneath the well
How many ages would I stare at
The darkness!
How much time
I am destined to
To be in the whirlpool?
poem by Subrat Pradhan
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