The Restlessness Of Words Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Nothing turns
as much as man,
Nothing burns
more deeply than man.

Nothing gladdens
as much as you,
Nothing saddens
as much as you.

High is not
as high as I thought,
Catch is not
as much as I caught.

Life is
what I grab in hand,
Life is
what I throw like sand.

Beauty is
often what I see,
Beauty is
what is not in me.

All these and more
that I write,
Will soon go
out of sight.

Still I sit
and draw my words
from the heart.

If I cannot,
restlessness—
they hurt.