JUST LIKE THE MAGMA

                JUST LIKE THE MAGMA

I am burning just like the magma.

Magma always tears, and its colour is red,

But my tear drop becomes colourless.

Magma always tries to involve itself in the tireless race.

It likes to do it, but I have to do it.

I become tired.

I know if I revolt like the lave,

Everything will be finished.

Magma bears the plats on its neck.

But for me, it becomes burden.

I become tired.

Magma tolerates the pressures with smiley face,

And does its own job carefully.

But when I try to tolerate the pressures,

It rumples me brutally.

I always try to be just like the magma,

But situation never support me.

That’s why I really feel tired.

                                                          - M. Dutta