The Longing - Poem by Prateep Sengupta
Out of that pond it longed to exit
Trying for a trip
From finite to the infinite.
Caught in the cob-web of
A self imposed personality
It grew and enlarged
In the shades of morbidity;
Finally came it out,
But never quite free
All the way crawled and coiled
As if in a bid to tempt
With the fruit of a forbidden tree.
They called it blasphemous
For an aquatic being
To escape from the pond
A desire so amphibious
That there can never be a bond
Swimming in the cross-currents of sinful passions
Where the ripples lead to endless erosions
Yet trying to land in the pious oasis of
A diagonal transmigration.
But the trailing foot prints always disappeared
In the vastness of the sand
The topography of life it feared
As it never found the destined end.
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