Hollowness Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

When I was in college
I would consider myself a learned person
and used to make sound everywhere
like a dropping coin
Used to argue with Priests and Gurus
With my seniors,
Old persons.

But the mistakes, fouls, disgrace,
the unpleasant and bitter experiences
Developed me slowly
It made me silent, confident
Like a currency note.

Now in my retiring age
I understand the reality of life
and my hollowness.

In the past years,
I used to look only at outside world
And my immature dreams
Now, I look inside
Try to understand me
Measure my capacity
And valuate my achievements
I don't get positive answer.

My illogical thoughts disappeared
I become ashamed.

(Wild Flowers)