THE MAN
Tapan Kumar Nayak
In the Chicago meet the “Vivekananda”
Moving with a lantern amidst illuminated light
Putting the lantern from face to face
In search of a “man” not a “matter”
Behold the Chicago men “the great saint has gone mad”
And shouting where is a ‘man’ Where is a man
I do not find a man, Oh Suffocated
Circled inside the organic matters,
The filthy smells, the animalism, the ego, the fighting,
The snatching, the cheating, the killing, the jealously
The infinity selfishness, the ruthless shouting, the howling,
The false pretending, the false belongings,
Vested friendship, or untrue love sucking
Oh God why you made me man
In the world of organic matters
The organic matters collide with each other
Chemically reacts, for a chemical analysis
Or the chemical result and a derived formula
To be on and on for chemical reaction in their
Own axis, of their own circle
Roll on and on – to be exhausted in this friction
To be ultimately transformed to a big zero,
And then converted to an inorganic matter
I am damn tired with my fruitless campaign in
The organic matters to convert them to a “man”
As they are busy, they are choosy, they think themselves
To be wise and shrewd, running after costly inorganic matter, being fully
Aware that ‘the organic’ is ultimately
Is to be converted to an inorganic
May it be the ‘organic matter’ or the thirst for the rare
Inorganics’ the equation is simply solved – the matter
Behold the soul It is in search of soul mates
In the process ‘Only love is true’ Brian Weiss has correctly told.
ସେଇ “ମା”