Done Well! Gone for Good

You have done well with ego and pride 

Although the arrows of complaint,

Wounded my mind

Well done! You stopped talking

I talk to myself now 

Sometimes in conversation

Sometime in mourning

Forgetting everything that was

In the sense of every word you made,

I blindly searched for the meaning

Sometime you were relaxed as poetry

Never again have you fallen like a fountain 

I don’t know whether it was perfect or not. 

But passed a quarter of a century 

Sometimes weaving nets

Sometimes cutting nets

Hundreds of unwritten letters

have been burnt in the kitchen

fire “sughrain  “ or intense hatred  came out

Let’s go for a walk, in the mountain or in the sea

You can go to the deep forest or an unnamed island

not bathed for a long time 

Sometimes lazy

Written on every page of life

The events today seem to be stories

You forgot and did well

What is the use of remembering everything!

In the obsession old dreams, go to sleep in a deep broken sleep

From there in the shapeless and imagery in the colours of canvas

From the crowd of an innumerable cuts in my poetry book

– Sarmistha Dey