He has crossed over the Everest
The line of limit to criticize
Even not a piece of grace
Or a drop of water
Has gone free
He is in such an audacity
Says Kanchenjunga
Poems are dark clouds
Blood- life- joy even heat beats
Behind all of these there is nothing
Only darkness
A deceit
A movement of surprising hopelessness
Your smile is the whip of lightening
And white teeth, the hood of a snake
Thoughts are like the milk of a crane
Tears of a crocodile
Very superfluous
The blessed boat is without direction
Just floating like a straw
Philosophy is there
There is a goddess of life
But no life in her
There is a movement
Speed and motion are there too
But whirling in a circle
No shore, no destination
Perhaps you could not understand
This is my negative capability
The power to destroy
To create a new
You are not less responsible
Behind my this type of behavior
As you have humiliated me a lot
As a poet as a writer
And I took a sweet revenge
Placing upon in front of you a lot of poems
But you told me really these are not
Thinking all are only mine
Without knowing that some of them are
of your favorite poet, your “guru “.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write....Its Sweet revenge...well written.