Steadfast Poem by Biswajit Goswami

Here, in the Eternity, once did we stand and walked, touching fire and rain. Today, the camel-like-solitude falls; again do we walk and stand and go!

Feel this table- - the Portrait of the last Century; they do stare at this, vacant- -do kiss, considering it to be the newest of all. At every night, do they appear, hang themselves between Moroseness and Water. O my Homelessness, thou exalt me from the Hell! We survive...

Well, we know, that the most tired wonderment is within our veins: that red liquor with a filthy smell. The Blue aches- - an orgasmic bliss! the harmonious grandeur!

Here, in the Eternity, now do we stand: the torn city of the mighty betrayal and the satiric love - the green, muddy Heart. Today, it rains of gloomy meditation- - and we walk alone, as ONE, and stand and go!

Satiety mocks at Humanity.