Bireswar Halder

Erosion nibbles slow in a steady march
It invisibly spreads cankers as wood-mites
It blithely runs as the world
Immerses in worldly pleasures.

No escape from this fatal erosion
Maybe soon enough or when it grows deep
It engulfs the circle bit by bit
Its mysterious march casts shadows around

You pride in a high-rise mansion
Filled with suave colours and multiplying smiles
Indifference queers the head as you fiddle
Heart secure, you live in pieces of your heaven

The house you own is on a rent
Before final immersion, you are to leave it
With all valuables for another pasture
You are always a nomad beyond a dream

My dear, wake up, long way to go
The terrain is rough and ugly
Know the earth and its quirks,
Feel those wretched fellows
March in a final journey heavenwards!