My mind overflows my body.
Take my body- I don’t need –
And my bags in that corner.
Give it to the medical student
And to the Kolkata rag picker.
(former Chief Minister of West Bengal Mr.Jyoti Basu wished his body, on death ,to be donated to the Medical College)
Ephemeral are waters formed
In snow hills melting by a sun
And the water in water tanker
Here over which fiery women
Fight in their diagonal throats.
Ephemeral things reach seas
From the hills and the tankers
And by women’s wet voices.
Their bodies thirst for waters
From mountains and tankers,
Their ephemeral voices break
The quiet of a morning walk.
Indian Metaphor 