The prattle does not intrude on my tranquility
But the valley does
Sweeping me in its wake
To a consciousness far above

Why do consecutive waves
Affect me so violently
Emanating out of the depths
To wrench me out completely

Into a new order of serenity
With a soaringly superior poise
Where the earlier order of tranquility
Can at best be termed noise

And this metamorphosis continues
Successive welcoming of the new
Till the self is no more the self
I earlier loved and knew

Finally the self or whatever remains
Dissolves into the ether
Taking me back to my roots
To become one with nature

Subir Chakraborty / 26th April 2018