Solace Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

He knows well of free movements
Of the eyes and the tongue
Make yourself into him
To become a rollicking poet
Change again to become a calm sea
When you do not disturb
A woman or a thrush seeking
Their lovers lost in the wanton skies.

A god-made woman is a bird
If you let her fly, wings unclipped.
No woman can ever sin
No man can ever contradict sin.
After reading, throw your specs
Out of the window
They will fly to the blue skies
The Vedic hymns will float in the air
What extra does a man need
To seek solace from his frustrations....