SB (23-12-1965 / KOLKATA)

Fame And Nightmare

Still i'm not considering the final
The death!
Oh! no!

Leaves are still to fall
Winter far off!
River slowing down!
But not desert song!

It is breathing time!
Bored with joy
toying with success
skying the limit!

Overdose of sleeping pills responsible for
late night dream!
Even then i'm acutely aware of my suffering for the lies
i pose! EVERYDAY!
All along!

If you fear boredom
out of the fame
rather be afraid
of success
than going down
with your name!

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