Unanonymous

i am exhausted

let the futile questions fade

let me now rest in the depths

of waning, wordless shades

of what use are these endless words

why sow in wind more seeds of debate

i am overwhelmed

by logic's fruitless flames

O let me rest in the depths

of solitary, silent shades

---

my seeking's tired

still the last truth of existence unsaid

my efforts fatigued

still the weight of world unchanged

my waiting, silenced

still seated at hope's grave

on unknown shores of death

---

you go on

with your questions, reasonings, analyses, debates

go back if you wish

from where you came

let me just rest

in the depths

of these sleepful serene shades

[Adaptation of an excerpt from Badal Sircar's absurdist play "ebong Indrajit"]