Nomad Poem by A K Das Mridul

Tide of river and love of woman,
Exhausted me to make a nomad,
Had ceased the flow of life,
After thirty years of acclivity-declivity,
Hath merciless allegation to the river
And mind with woman.

Oh, aggressive river,
So mighty hungry you got!
Robed the last sign of my homestead,
What bygone takes you in that killing revenge?
Heavenly peace made my childhood to youthful days;
You robed the last memento!

Only survival is that innocent heart…

Cursed woman,
Take, I give you that innocent heart,
Keep carefully, if you can't;
Break it into pieces,
Turn all a bloody tinge you bloodthirsty witch,
Get fulfilled your ever thirsty desire!