A Razor At The Back Of My Head. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

No,
There is no particular reason for my existence..
But I still feel happy and content.
As if this realization has....
Released me of the
Pressure of life's roller grinder
That has been grinding me all this time.

When I was waiting as,
Love told me..
It's coming,
I had to count my days.
When I realized that
It won't come..
My counting days were over
And I was...
Filled with peace, left
With a razor at the
Back of my head, guiding
Me towards the east,
Crushing the roller grinder.