Prayer Poem by Biswajit Goswami

My love is on the road!

Let it be gone, so far, it must go.... I have now a freedom and independence to cover a long long street, my solitary slumber.

Not behind you, I walk, but one truth bound soul whom I nourish'd with a serene darkness.

I had a spirit that is given already. You must fly; do ruin, do ruin! Fly thou, my wizard, in a starry night sky. the moon must overwh'lm her luster on thy gray wings. Thou art more elegant.

I shall wander with a magnanimous strength: spiritless but with a broken torso.

I move, well, like red in the vein and uproot the root from Bed of Paradise.

Shantih! The eternal peace forever!