By Prasenjit Biswas
The sun is descending,
The rain has just set in.
Like Beowulf, I am ready,
Now for one last journey.
Sunbeams are in reflection,
With a fading golden complexion.
From one peak to other,
Like one mind to another.
My mind haunts, as Nachiketa did,
The secret truths that life hid.
Like the changing of dresses,
The soul is ready to change its places.