It is possible to interpret this poem and most of your poems in general as pessimistic. However, I understand this and many of your other poems as a yearning, a longing, a screech to come out of this insane situation where god dies daily, but closed-eyed people insist on reading something positive where god lives as a decorative possession in affluent homes. They would instantly discard texts that do not speak of beautiful things with beautiful words. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata
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