Don't lean over a grave
To know how it feels to be dead,
Ask a heartbroken lunatic,
The tragedies of love who has read.

Don’t follow a gambler
To know how it feels to lose,
Ask a lover who lost everything
In the grave of past that went in repose.

Don’t ask the younger prince
To know how it feels to be deprived,
Ask a lovelorn who gave all,
Got nothing in back but survived.

Standing formidable
I am here, that heartbroken lunatic,
I am the lover who lost all,
Yet never knew to be frantic.
That deprived lovelorn is also me,
Never who heard her say a word of love,
That declined lover
For whom luck didn’t shine.
-Prob. February/March, 96,Calcutta-43