We Enter Not Poem by Ayan Dasgupta

The boy enters the school house
And the fox enters the hole,
The owl into the dark night
And unforetold
During late summertime,
The ants to their cherished heaven
At the first hint of rain...
Deep into the black earth unrestrained
They enter –
Searching for a way into the soil

For a moment untouched by bliss and pain,
Into deepest of the deep they enter again
Digging out spoils from the pillage and shame,
Till torments no longer do desire any name
With an apathy indiscreet that none can console
Into those moments before death takes its toll.

Just get into those smoke-shops and every bawdy den –
With mannequins at cathouse to burn out the pain
Two handfuls for a cold bed and a moment's faith
They enter into themselves and without regret
I into her.

From oblivion we enter and the lostness ripens,
From oblivion we enter - flesh creeps with touch
From oblivion we enter - there is the longing
And stories start afresh from each new search...

The stories do begin and stories do end
Passing through the tunnel and times misspend
In between two stories the souls are distraught,
We enter into moments – we enter not...