FLIGHT
I’ve lost my prayer
I’ve given up my love of instinct
I’ve renounced all
and flew like an eagle.
I preferred slender sandy walks,
lined by green groves of grapes;
I leant over the railing
when the moon’s patch showered on
my building
shadows and lustre of strange age
and land;
I followed with insidious airy
steps
the lanes of my wonderful
neighbours’ minds;
I sank in the smiling rills
of our children’s rosy
countenances.
Now I turn away from these
like Adam and Eve
running away from their
sky-kissed sex.
–SUBHAS CHANDRA SAHA