From these choking airs and flairs
I wish I can evaporate into the thin air.
From this false courage and obsession
that I know this; that I know that
I wish I can plummet
deep into some kind of oblivion.
Of late I have this haunting feeling
that my quibbling mind needs
a scrupulous cleansing
and that my craving heart too needs
a good deal of scornful scrubbing.
And in quiescence, in quiescence;
in absolute quiescence
I wish to soak all my senses
till they come out with pristine radiance
exuding an all new omniscience
...that I know nothing...
truly nothing!
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