Sankar Roy – Ⅱ

Resigning for the Good Cause  

 

 

 

 

Say it – you’re done. You delivered what you could deliver.

It is okay

 

that you couldn’t. Now you want to be that cow

that

 

puts a bunch of fresh-cut chrysanthemum into its mouth  relish.

It is alright

 

if that cow does not return as Buddha in another life.

When

 

that great stupa was built, you were not there.

Now

 

if ferns and vines want to reclaim what was taken from them once,

don’t try

 

to stop them. You did not cause the tropicanas to bleed

or

 

emperors convert into oracles.

It is you

 

who always smells like iron in an iron factory.

This

 

dusty closet, these grubby clothes,

is you.

 

You deserve a good meal and some sleep.