A Platformer

A platformer 

Now I'm old and a permanent platformer. 

I've traversed long from here to there. form  nowhere to somewhere ; 

For my nativity has sunk into oblivion. 

The path I've trodden down is shadowed. 

And memories are, by myself, slaughtered to  get forgotten, 

Excepting a piercing wailing, in a blackout night, 

From the shade across, of the boisterious girl, 

I'd known since the evening, l laid my rag on  this  shelter of "pilgrim". 

My worrying, awaited night retreated 

With glimmering of dawn and clamoring of the platformes– 

A babe was born of, might not you call,

The Virgin ; 

But I blessed The Newcomer, The Liberator, 

My true successor, A homeless. 

"I hail your Birth, for everyone is born somewhere, 

And his Birthday heralds his Holi Crucifixion–

 Elsewhere or Anywhere." 

 Kolkata

23/7/2021