Comments about Dipankar Sadhukhan
Poem No: 61 I'm Crazy, Crazy To Write At Leisure.
I'm crazy, crazy to write at leisure.
Working, only working will end never.
To serve family, to make all happy
I'm busy with caring for all but me.
Day passes quickly; night comes silently.
Midnight appears and I feel so crazy.
No sleep as 'tis leisure to love my heart.
I leave my pen when sunshine falls on earth.
I'm crazy, crazy to create a new earth.
As my Love is so to caress my heart.
I am crazy, crazy only to fly
On the wings of poesy in a new sky.
No matter if others call me crazy.
For my Love, for my poetry I'm crazy.
I am a soul like a dry straw,
Hovering in the air
Between life and death,
Between hope and despair.
I am a soulless soul,
Having no flesh, no shape,
No feeling, no sense.
I am benumbed and lulled