Bibekanand Kumar “Agyat”
Very slender cloth, put on as a blanket
And inside it, dense venom
Each part, each cell: impurities dwell
Oh! Worse than any hell or the hugest hell
Knots—each step—old and strong, from ages
Decayed garbage—stinking
How one will have heaven: joy and peace
But there is a magical broom—the sweep of light
The panacea
Broom of light: sweep of watch, unattached
And the destruction of castle of hell in the blaze
And here happens the birth of heaven
The sweetest intoxication is injected here
And “a nectarous ocean” beyond any pleasure
But hold on the skeleton straight, sink not here
The toughest challenge, the most trapping hub
“Sink not in craving”
Conquer yourself here or you’re in flow: choose
You’re the begetter of yourself
“Give your birth,” “A New Birth”
And hail the freedom………
