*Desire*
O oasis! Where are you
Where is your house?
Keeping me in your lustrous call,
You make me run in a drowse!
I always run after you,
And dream of a warm and cosy life;
But I never reach my destination—
You slice me with your knife.
Now, in fear, I stop and ponder—
How can I be free from you?
I have taken a sudden turn;
See the waves—returning, nothing new.
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— Written by Manas Bhattacharjee
