Morning Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

The morning mourns the death of the night

In its queer language of light

The buses tram cars

The Babel where cuountless fragments

vie with each other

in lamenting the death of their mother

We are put into the hell

where the devil of the self-and - the- other

ceaselessly eat into each one of us

Oh Mother Oh Nothingness Oh Primordial Night

Turn off the windows

And resurrect

I want to leap into your arms

and forget the language of the binary

Om