Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 4 May 2025
From your head to your toes
From your mind to your dreams
From your joys to your despair
From your thoughts to your actions
You are clothed in your own dark
shadows and conspired webs of routine.
A kingdom of depravity tugs at your
soul to the very abyss of oblivion.
You are the master.
You are the slave.
You are the brave knight.
You are the drunken knave.
You are the scourge of rich.
You are the sigh of the poor.
You are the handyman of chance,
The longshoreman who fights
You are the mobster who oft flights
You are the cigar who cries for lights
You are the fruits of work that alight
You are the weary labor that sleeps without a bite.
You are the Houdini of your own destiny.
Go and unshackle the self and born free again.
