Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 26 August 2023
Every time I wish to ask thee –
How does it feel to bury the truth inside you?
How long will you be pleased with this mad view?
With the reflection of our dead years, I survive!
It’s your memory that plagues me all the time
Like the fallen leaves of a tree, I embrace my death!
The hurricane is blowing inside me
I wait to disappear into an empire of nothingness.
Into a land of silence, I traverse alone
By holding your memories close to my heart!
Though I will be remembered by none
I desire to cherish my unfulfilled fate…
With my enigmatic memories
I will unfurl new vistas of hope and faith!
