Like a weed sucking on a paddy stalk, absorbing all its nutrients
many have ushered me into a tunnel of darkness where despair, gloom and anguish
sucked on my blood.
They fed on my love, kindness, gentleness and sobriety
and loaded me with heaps of ashen hopes.
I bloomed, I swelled, I dried, I withered
and the lusious weeds thrived on my corpse.

Prasupta Roy