I have running
all my life,
After false respect, money and pride;
In the process I found myself loneliness,
But alas! I thought money will buy me all the
happiness;
I have searched for happiness hither and thither,
But couldn’t find the happiness that I truly desire;
Now I am weary under my own burden,
Burden of false respect, pride and money;
Now I have up to you o dear,
Take me home; don’t close the door on my rear;
Let me sleep in your lap, while you comb your
fingers through my hair;
Take me to a land so rosy, while you sing your
beautiful lullaby;
Where there is no hatred and joy is distributed free,
Where all falsehood has ended under the glowing
presence of truth,
Destroy my selfhood and bring out the I hence forth,
Let the cacophony end and silence fall,
And while your cold soothing touch takes off my
weariness,
As the evening breeze does to the fuming earth;
Let me become one with you forever………
-Debabrata
Banerjee
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