O Sorrow... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

O sorrow
my mother
my shiny black stone heart
owes to your kind lactic calcium.

Drought
as your dark blessing
hits my poetry farmland
but the hell-bent womb like soil
gets nagging fertile.

You love me so much
that you give me so many stern surprise tests
that I may pay off like a prodigy son.

Like a wizard alchemist
O sorrow
my mother
you have converted
this iron scrap like trifle thing
into a sum total of some fine gold dust poems.

And I am so happily sad to be so sadly happy!

O sorrow
my love
you failed me in so many bloody battlefields
only to turn me into an invincible gladiator
fighting many let loose wild animals off
in the life raised amusing arena.

Tell me
O sorrow
my love
how shall I pay the mountain gratitude
to your blue lotus feet
for all the poison
you have injected into my veins
to turn all my blood
starkly blue blood?