The Boiling Cauldron Poem by Atashi Ghosh
The Boiling Cauldron
The uncanny plunges deep into the broth,
From where fumes the veiled character,
Smiles in guile the wretched self,
And hankers after the terrified innocence.
Spices add a variety of insolence,
Comes bubbling the unexplored unconscious,
Treachery rakes the sparks of impudence,
Pours the somnolent favour of appearance.
The unending quest for the real
Submerges into the engulfing unreal.
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This poem is about psychoanalysis, reflecting on the dark recesses of the human unconscious