Oasis, a poem written by Pranab Ghosh at Spillwords.com
Sander Weeteling



written by: Pranab Ghosh



She became a moth and flew
Inside the train compartment

I sat still, pitiless, remorseless,
Fist clenched to rival unknown enemies

I repented not being able to be
The butterfly that would keep her

Company. I repented for not
Being able to recognize her.

Yet she flew from one closed window
To the other and finally sat on my

Shirt sleeve. I looked at her
Tried to make her fly

Across the sitting co-passengers
To the door and out in the station

And from there to the evening
Sky outside. But she kept on

Sitting on my shirt sleeve and then
I spread my palm and she

Walked onto it. And I blew at
Her and she flew and sat

On the glass of a closed window
And then disappeared. Disappeared

Among the people standing inside and
Outside. Disappeared from

My world and dissolved into a
Nothingness where I belonged

With all my soul. A sigh escaped
Me forming silvery dark clouds

In the evening sky and it
Rained in a faraway desert

Creating an oasis where my lost
Soul traveled for a night’s rest.

Pranab Ghosh

Pranab Ghosh

Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, writer, poet, translator and blogger. He runs a blog “Existential Problems.” His poems and prose pieces have been published and accepted by Dissident Voice, Spillwords, The Piker Press, Setu Magazine, Pangolin Review, Visual Verse, Memoryhouse Tuck Magazine, Transendent Zero Press, Scarlet Leaf Review, Literature Studio Review, Leaves of Ink, Hans India, etc. He has coauthored a book of poems, titled Air & Age. He has to his credit a translation of a book of Bengali short stories. The title of the English translation is “Bougainvillea and Other Stories”. His second book of poems and first solo book, “Soul Searching and Other Poems” (2017), has been published by Scarlet Leaf Publishing, Toronto. His second collection of poems, “Vision of the World and Other Poems”, has been published by Impspired in November 2020.
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