Bhaskar Roy Barman
As does the Great River
On to the sea and back
To the matted hair of Lord Shiva,
On flows the life-stream
Adorned with ornaments,
As is a newly-wed couple.
Following on the footprints of the Great River
That leaves nonchalantly behind
A good many water-drops
Evaporating midway through
And mingling with the clouds,
The life-stream does not mind
About as many human drops bowing out,
Stripped of their embellishments
They once prided themselves on.
One of the human drops bowing out
Was a friend of mine, succumbing
To the excessive love of his wife
And to his in-laws feigning it.
His father, as if to mock his son,
Sustained himself much father in the flow
Less loved by his wife
By his in-laws the least.