Partha Alone Lives On Loneliness. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

No. I am not depressed.
Why should I be depressed?
Only the channel between us
through what shuttle our hearts
has been so kindly amputated.

No. This depression won`t bring any rain.
For the sea has to turn into a long arid land.
And the stars have to smile at the dead pan.
And the green has to gasp for the green.
And the live smiles have to enlist to the smiles bygone.

No. I am not depressed.
Why should I be depressed?
I know Partha is alone with a poetic loneliness.
I know Partha has to live a solo poetic life.
And I know Partha has to wait till a poetic death.