Tomorrow I Will Be Older Than Today. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

About four decades ago on this date
I was about to come out the next day
from the mini cosmos to the pocket of the universe
to create too small a bubble of controversy
in the eternally boiling disputed Time.

Who knew then a fountain of poetry
would spring from the indistinct zigzagged lines of a small forehead and would blow like a snake-charmer`s flute?
Who knew the squinted eyes would come out to see the world very straight and the rickety feet would come out to run a long race?

Who could read the scroll before the chart was cast
in what the foot steps of Pagli were drawn along with the holy foot steps of the future muse? Who knew the fall could befall the hero yet the tragedy was destined to end in joyfully romantic comedy?
Who cares who knew what when the child was yet to be born?