I Am Crucified
- I am crucified -
by Prabir Gayen
Noiseless was the way beside a pumice stone,
Where an errant air breathes its last inside
an arbor vacuous and desolate dim,
Like a shadow of my waned soul thou
Like a fast - going gleam of the waning Sun,
In the wizened evening did thou throw-back,
Thy foot - step from this impecunious being.
The darkness falls and I am stabbed to core.
I bleed and bleed profusely and thou gone,
I lie bare open and limp on dust- clad path,
I lie on lonesome meadow wet with my blood.
Will this blood of mine redeem the fallen one?
Will this gore that gushed out of my hurt heart,
Rectify those who slacken to naught from
Will my crucifixion give light to cursed?
Thou art gone leaving me on my leisure,
For ruminating the life and it's boon.