Walking down the street, he & I
an egoistic soul, clever cunning
knows a little, talks a big
confidence at home, within the
periferi, does wrong pretends song
a thief inside the mind, a greedy soul
telling us a story, filtering I!

His gesture, his accent, his presence
his perverts, his acts, his thoughts
yes, its clean & clear I - whispers trees
down the lane breeze passing by
the sea or the lake?

New in this city?
Sorry pervert, I is better than You
He stare at I, nodding his head
ran away from life.

Next morning his body found
on the bed with a bare body
in a brothel. Yes, this is he..

Pretention & tension, sex & spirituality
Sorry Mr Cunning, its you
who cheated all!
In the brothel? may be you, not I
remain there & be happy in that brothel
where divine wants you to keep.

© debashishbhattacharya