The Grey Tomb (Tribute To Keith Douglas: 2) Poem by Partha Pratim Goswami

These deaths cling to thrones and
Minds dance wildly in illusion,
Though slightly envisaged, but now
Smitten hard with languish and lesion-
I and they too whose lives are betrayal,
Loves are superficial! With duality
Not exactly, probably complicated.

How can I sneak silently into my tomb
Eluding this burden and that of insane!
When parasites delve in the debris
Of my rotted skull and scorched heart,
Will it flee to that complicated love?