A Visa In Foreign. Poem by Subrata Ray

Wish to mitigate the thirsty unquenched,
And root out the installed ebb and tide,
But know not how and where to ride.

Wish to erase the reactive psychic,
That cradles the mind in hopes and fears,
I wish to be bathed in an oblivious shower.

Undone I am between Time and Life,
Drudgery for no cause, and causeless strife,
No stay, in an uncertain bay, I fight and fight.

Why this trance, why the spindle runs,
Baffle and dismay time and again,
Death's passport gains ground for a visa in foreign.