Coming Close Poem by Sharbaniranjan Kundu

For such a long time I was running a temperature.
Just a little.
It was not exactly a malaise,
not an infection of some sort,
not cold, not a bad throat,
not a viral or any other pathogenic infection.

The mild temperature was due to an affliction of the mind.
It was a desire and therefore the reason was hormone
or some enzymes that the liver generates
when expectations run high, may be!

A good man fulfills others desires too.
So when a woman falls for a somebody,
very few men has the capacity to resist.
Men are usually like farmers and tillers
seeding Mother Earth.

But every soil does not bear every plant.
The earth I speak about bore fruit once;
She was not in the mood to be seeded again.
Because of the anxiety of my strain getting lost forever
from the face of the earth,
I was running a temperature for such a long time.

But I am reconciled now.
She said she is not likely to meet me
in her next birth.

As my strain will vanish
her outfit too will be lost.

I do not know the reason of our sojourns
in the time frame of today
and coming close by like a meteor
to a celestial object
and departing for time immemorial!