One self- consumes

The self-loathing, all the wallowing.

The other warns of,

Wallowing, it’s dire, too dire.

The reptilia he becomes

Doesn’t serve any,

I’d rather breathe in, clear skies,

Bald eagle and a Tiger, I roar, I fly.

Kurt celebrates purity

Morrison injects madness

I’d rather find a conjecture

Refining the masses, put to test.

Kurt, I bow before you

You’re all too human

That’s what I am too, it seems

Jimbo, you can do anything

Just not this madness, I scream!

One, a hapless lover

Even the sacred union can’t tie down

Although, Nirvana he achieved.

Another’s heart pined,

Thought of a shade, but lit a fire,

The shaman’s child is too hot to handle

Jim, turn down the heat you emanate,

Kurt, though your heart burns, it lights ways…

~ Soubhik Chakrabarty,

Kolkata, India