Age. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

I want to travel and sit
Still at the same time.
Maybe travel in a bus or car or a jet plane
To go to places and say
Here I am again.
Or go to a place new
Where you won't be discovered.
Where few people have

What you have already found.
Then will you find rest.
From the tearing away
From a deep meditation
That which you are in.

My age suddenly was fifty
When I reached high school.
Difficult to say why this happened.
Maybe the premature demise of
My father. As I put on his shoes.
....... said the young boy.