I Will Be A Real Monk Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

By the heart-breaking tweet of the lapwing
The word breaks inside the words
Near my chest
The darkness comes down...

Outside, at the eroded sunshine
There's the ramshackle long shadow of the temple
In my heart
Inside, someone sings a song in eldritch voice

Blind souls cry in that tune
Holding the corpse of a village
May be more villages
Have died, today, being helpless
After many morning's light and sunset, in this outer space
And for the sake of all, the priests and the reprobates

Nonetheless, embracing mother
Will be illuminated in the heart-breaking darkness
Begging for the affection of father and the happiness of touch
I'll be a real monk
I'll spread alone the hands of thousands of monks