Difficult To Stand Poem by Partha Pratim Goswami

Difficult to stand
It's difficult to stand
On a destined height
Like an erect pillar
To challenge all disaster
Coming to break it apart.

People of this world-
With a heavenly relationship
Of friendship and empathy
Not that much loyal!
Just an ersatz-
Seems easy from outside,
But much complicated;
Like all seven colours
Combined to look white,
Creating a lot of miracle
As entering in concentric circles
Without an exit.
And
At last moving round and round
My ideality is confronted!
Something threatened me
Making terrible excitement.

The small but well designed
Solemn hut providing shelter
Initially built with
Each drop of my blood,
Is snatched away now
Losing all its chastity.

This pressure of parting
With my beloved
Eminently close to my heart
Is really immense.
Yes, this is a real war
Not easy to outlast.

To bring back those days
The days of dignity,
The days of my ideality,
On the way-
I must tolerate
Again a big disaster,
Oh God!
Why is this so curvilinear?

Life, very unsecure-
Twists are here…
Twists are there…