Bet

by

Sankha Ghosh


Have you become an ascetic totally?

Totally.

Can you shake off everything? Ready?

Ready.

Can you easily return to the root

one neglect with another?

Have you opened all doors? And

in the hidden winter-night

have the long-stretched palmyra trees seen fire

in that transparent water?

Then come, right now,

hold the whole of it, pull it out;

Remember, there is no escape

anywhere, in any way, for you.

You've won the bet.



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