Nirvana Poem by Sharbaniranjan Kundu

Sometimes I wonder
how does a man really pull on in life?
Such innumerable contradictions,
so much conflict in every sphere of life -
from home to the world -
lies uttered with such frequency
that it is difficult to know the truths.
It is just maddening.

How does one pull on in life?

One speaks untruth
when one is awed by the person in front.
One lies
because one would not let the truth be known
for fear of loosing something dear,
or being put to difficulty.
One lies
to lead the other astray.
Let that 'so and so' or 'son of a so'
fall in the 'khud'.
Too smart umm!

There are innumerable reasons too lie
with impunity.

Thus the world gets muddled
by the day.
From home to the world
the haze of untruth blinds.

What else can one do
in such environs?
One fights and fights to survive,
speaks more untruth.
Then one slowly dies in spirit first
and then bodily.

It is Nirvana from untruths.
It is nirvana from such wretched existence.