Ratnakar Rout

(28th August 1961 / Village-Boita, District-Balasore, State-Orissa, Country-India)

CONFESSION


Confusion is the seed of relation
When relation grows
It breeds confusion
Only when one becomes
Some one of somebody
Can overpower confusion
And further the relation.

When unknown becomes known
A stranger becomes a relation
Culmination of confusion occurs
When at all there is no aspiration
From out of the existing relation.

And in fact it is the perfect relation
That lasts for many births
Yes, that is achieved
As of late I have discovered
What is my confusion?

Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2009
Edited: Monday, March 30, 2009

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