One Day In The Land Of Poppies Poem by Rites Ghosh

in the land of poppies when
red has turned like violent seas,
he came lonely with the nothing
of his mind: and the firey blaze
all uplined throughout, bursts
smiling: never he saw the mad
in such teeming fullness
spreading over a cojuring
charm afresh

he was free and had no shackles
save the void only-almost measureless -
in his shallow hands he has time's
unending pile, and unhurried
days-therefore, he counted-counted
until beauty's gathering hands
fade in a numberless strain-

so many times he counted and
so many times his brain failed
in magnificent puzzlement-
dozed and colour speckled, yet in
swooning scent, he tried again
to end up soon in vain losing his ways
in jungle of glories divine:

a foolish silence stood down here
so long, -perhaps thoughtless-
before him a life intensely rife,
bare- swinging like a dream;

no more he is now, not a bit
of his shadow-what flower of
life he took from hence, i do not know, or
perhaps being too empty,
in his way back might he at all
forget to carry him away -