The Unbuilt Half Of Mine Poem by Golaka Acharya

Can you peel off my loneliness
leaving the flame; the heat
you cannot.
If you could
I would not have been Goloka;
something else I would be.
My tear drops would be pearls
I would have kept some
at your doorstep and
some in the pocket
telling to walk on it
often in pleasure
and often in sorrow.
Throw the other for Chemi, Miti, Balia;
the characters of my poems.No.
No, no, it is impossible.
I am a half built temple
the other half is lovelier than this;
death is the tip
but the other half
still not built
is the cause my sorrow and worries.
KESHADURAPAL,21-12-2010