The Face of Pain : Nirmal Roy

The Face of Pain

Nirmal Roy 

This dust is the witness.

The sand of the earth doesn't tell lie.

She and only she mark the face of pain.

Separation was unbearable

So that only it was prayed

To be alone - and alone only.

"Oh, make me a stone!"

This was the prayer

For the inner breakages.

"Oh,Make me blind!"

Only then it was prayed

When the sprinkling of fountain

Became illegal

When the simple touch of the heart

Was forbidden

And the malicious dyke

Raised the hard wall at last

Oh, my dearie 

If love loses the words

Where I will say

My so many sayings? 

(Nirmal Roy (born 1962, Balurghat, West Bengal) a Bengali and English poet, writer, editor, and Marg music exponent is a retired central government official, with 19 books across poetry, fiction, translation, and criticism to his credit . He also edited the film–literature magazine Shot 1, and is also known as a sitar and tabla artist based in Bishnupur, Bankura.)