The Natural Guest

Following a secret path of nature
a heaven-touching skyscraper
came in to my bedroom one night
but surprisingly headless,
putting the leaning pillar of Pisa
in the place of its neck,
carrying the Himalayas and the Alps
on its two wide shoulders,
setting a set of three nuclear reactors
inside its He-chest
and pocketing all the treasuries and banks —
peeping from its colossal purse —
and started shouting at me,
‘Give me a head for my recognition’,
making me generously bewitched
to be prompt to raise my sharp knife
to cut my own head for the natural guest
but it could kill my wonderful dream only.


Pijush Kanti Deb (India)