Who Knows! Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

A great sensation
to look at this white background
and to think what may come --
as if a child will be born
and it is not known whether he will have Down Syndrome.
Or Down's, I am not sure.
A sense of fear and premonition,
an uncertain future that may be distorted.
The sense of future is so complicated --
is there anybody who is happy with his future?
Or it is all a sense of hopelessness.
I don't know.
From this point of uncertainty to an orbit of uncertainty,
That's how it is --
like a water drop that doesn't know
whether it will flow
or it will remain stagnant.
Life is a terrible uncertainty
that expands.....
then what?
Explosion and an end.
Who knows!