Arm - Chair Adventurer. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Then the traveller returned,
to tell the other person,
not to save the drowning boy.
At the lake.
Music while drowning,
the other person replied.

Trees for the forests, bro..
trees for the forest.

The big expensive luggage
of the traveller, told
the adventurous story of far away land.

The other person said that,
something is still missing.
The urge of pain at the expense of love.

And work and the workplace.
The traveller replied.
The resting day calls for
a nesting place.
Without which nothing happens..

And this is what we look after.
Something to happen.
Courage my friend,
courage.

Like a sword straight from the sheath
of the backbone.
And the luggage and the drowning boy,
saved at the end of the day.