Pulakkumar Ditti

(17/07/1955 / Midnapur)

Pain Killers


Pain runs riot all over my body.
Thousands of poisonous leaches
Swarm in the head.
Blazing hot air flowing out of nostrils.
Invisible smoke burn the eyes.
Tortuous missiles rip through the bones,
killing all my innocent sensitive organs.

I clamp a curfew by stopping breath,
And pressing my gums against each other.
But riot flares up again when relaxed.

Shut up the windows! Ban the entry
Of your scenic splendour.
Stop music!
That sonorous melody pokes
My wounds, inflames the veins
And tones up the torments.

Bring the pain killers.
Catch hold of my head!
Thrash it against the rock
And shake it.
Lift a boulder and crush the out-coming
Wretched trouble-maker insects.
Or call in a killing dark in dead silence,
And a slashing background.

Then thundery blows,
And a hammer to harp its fiery strings,
A gun to yield rhythm through shots,
And chorus screams to voice the orchestra,
and see my eternal relief.
World are you ailing too?
Then try this remedy.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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