Flux Poem by Neela Nath Das

It's my destiny that I lost
You and so you abandoned me,
Even from your storehouse of memory,
As you think my thought to be worst.
Is your number disconnected or You,
Or your ringtone says I do not know;
But, I feel the smoke which fire drew.
And never my rage I want to show.
Love is what love is, is it beyond,
The sheet of sums and calculation,
No divinity but instincts' round,
Without any proper destination?
My flux of thought breaks in part,
It's seven o'clock says my wrist-watch.
All work, no play series will dart,
And it stops my flux from further march.