requiem

My head hangs in shame.

I try to lift it – it rolls off and goes away rolling.

I am no body no head no entity. 

I am abandoned and alone – I may think myself – Supremum or Infimum or any me in between. Whatever I please; all is entirely my wish; and whenever I wish.

There shall be none any more.

There shall be none ever other than me. No one shall occupy my space; no Banalata Sen shall sit beside me without words gazing at me with eyes of infinite depth mutely asking 'where had I been?'.

There shall be none to whom I may sing a song of love again. 

no love.no option no preference.

no thought - beautiful intelligent original or repeating..

nameless meaningless

no pause no end