PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

(29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

'Nothing' is better than painful 'something'...


1 is bigger than O
and 100 than 10
but O is not merely a naught
though it may begin from a nano dot.

O is a circle too;
a round course of a complete journey!
O begins and O ends the mystic 'Om' sign.
O is not empty nil; a single O has its own power.

If everything is reduced to nothing
then all the things that were there
now remain folded into this super nothing!
Which mother will be happy with a half baby?
Rather a mother with very heavy heart
will bear with the sad infantile death.

If a single kiss along with the first hug
turns out to be the parting gesture;
won`t it be much better
that such lovers never met each other?
Nothing has no living mark.

A poem badly incomplete with only few lines;
with no sense or not even a haze of charm
is much worse than one blank page.

They say a blind uncle is better than no uncles at all- -
What if a child`s parents are single kids with no siblings at all?

Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2014

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