An Image

What I think now
How I think often
Is an image -- fragmented, pieces

I know I cannot do the same mistake;
If I do, I will be called a daft!
By you and the countless people
Who live outside my insane world
Or from whom I repel myself.

A Uranus Woman!
Full of electricity..
Ran on the road
And lost.

If she comes back
If she rises again
From the heap of ash

I know
I still have hopes
I still have the image
If not full....but pieces.

Kolkata, W.B.