I cannot show me as fire.
When my mind burns, a yellow flame resides
As a burning circle inside hollow heart
That is pulling my life with smoke,
For forty years of trials and toasts of imagination.
I would like to form a triangle
With three threads of life, with impediments,
Small lens cannot create full view of the blue sky,
Passing my views to a leaking jar over senses
Those are my relations making blurred images.
It is my fate, doing nothing for them,
Ending in a small passage, not accustomed to see it,
I cannot pluck thorny episodes, dancing on threads,
And I look only to my image that shouts,
Silent protester I am here, moving in allurements.
In the last thread of managing money,
Whole essence is damaged when I take partnership,
Small source of money gets groaning
Some decisions are parted away whimsically,
I cannot draw a tangent to the hyperbolic curve of anxiety.
Asim Kumar Paul writes poetry in English and in Bengali, too. He has three self-published Poetry Books. All of his poetry books are praised by eminent poet, Dr. Benjamin Zephaniah, of UK. He has got one award, The Perfect Poet Award Week 73, Hyde Park Poetry, USA, in 2012.