Life Changes As Usual Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

smeared with the ash of dead spring
in the winter early afternoon sun
all the bones destitute of calcium
and the rusted joints are basking the warmth.
the northwester storm does not any more lift
the mercury of excitement to the silvery peak of Kanchanjangha.
how hard i long to roll over the autumn-dew-wet green grass
like a restless male calf! wish to get all the lion-brave
masculine sniffles wrapped in a illusory love cloth!
amid the sandal aroma of the smouldering remorse
lying on the pyre in a rectangular figure, survive like a live pain!
savor the piquant pickle made from my flesh and blood
day in and day out keeping it in a folded poem paper.