As Such I Never Relax... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

To a poet the trip between two poems
stands like a unique relaxation.
A strange relief like a woman
who has emptied her half-hidden motherhood
through a painful and happy delivery.
Again like a woman whose too receptive womb
has caught a new life not long after the last delivery;
a proud mother of a yet-to-be-born baby.

For this queer involuntary relaxation
one poet has to pay very poetic price.
The big world around stands like a talking mural
and he is very much alive of his busy aquarium.
His sound relaxation waits for the final rest.