The Call Of The Wolf. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

I tried but cannot save a man from death.
Sick. To an extent that takes us
to ponder over recollections.
To think of near and distant past and future

My dream is....
To go on in life like a hurricane
sitting in one of those roller coasters
That you can find in amusement parks.
To do crash course on diet and suddenly
Run on full speed on a treadmill.
My soul is suddenly standing rather than
Sitting or lying.
Waiting to face a storm at full blast.

To become dazzled at the small
lights that decorate the Christmas occasion
and much more.
To die with stillness...
To live one more time