IT is all well, it is all well:

If a speck of light from out of the sky

Just flitted into my room,

It were indeed a thing of unbounded joy.

But when the whole earth

Lies enveloped in darkness,

I for myself need no light,

Never into the tribe of jackals

Would a stag enter, its horns clipped and shorn.

I worship light

And I sing to Darkness:

This is no contradiction.

For the life I would fain touch

Still lingers on darkness' edge

And I must love Darkness

To reach out to that life.

Gopal Bhowmik

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