In The Dead Darkness Many Unknown Words, Screams... Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

Since birth, I'm looking for something. In the fading light of the
afternoon, I thus get lost. The sky in the chest of the sleeping river— is
it me! I carry the onerous burden of blood, the desert made by me; I get
eroded, get burnt— get crushed in the restless sea... at last, forbidden
sex with grave night— everyday, somewhere I get lost; after the sunset,
the primitive kin come and go near the line of horizon.

The prayer of hungry fossil is annexed to the recluse sense, is spread
in the body of endless night. In the jungle of man, the leafless tree is
indifferent like image, in the dead darkness, the screams of many
unknown words survive- centuries after centuries are inside, in much
wider darkness, I wake up in wailing, the more I come close the more I
spread out in unhindered ultimatum.

After crossing the limit of time, the upset chest of respite finds that
signature sound in the galaxy inside bones, the moments, one after
another unite to the infinity- become invisible in any one unknown
land, I see birth and death burning in the empty womb. Then get
transmitted inside the fountain- he is my own blood fall- that which
got rung up in the veins and arteries, is the sound of movement of my
entity- that sigh which is in the locked room, is my own cry.

The blood-net of the inside and the incorporeal stubborn memory
disappear away, in the sky of death. The fire inside disgust is my
solitude, squeezes me- I get infiltrated inside the blue world.

Here the polygamous life asks for burning poison- then the whole
comes face to face with me in a dot. My long shadow is filled with
emptiness. In my own void, the angel appears; I look back and find the
news of a definitive morning is heard from my forsaken footsteps. The
sky in the sleeping river is very close to my existence, actually it is
none but my, lying scattered...