the uparati

                         28. THE UPARATI-DR.KGB

                    Thousand poems I compose;
                    Not for you, but for me;
                    For my ecstasy, the bliss;
                    The sandrananda, the uparati!

                    But it is of you, by you;
                     And in you!

                    Whispering the moment:
                     ‘Am transparent;'
                     The withering speck, indifferent;
                     Since the parting inevitable;
                     Smiling the precarious future;
                     But you the omnipresent;
                     Null nil and quiescent!

                     The present pseudo,
                      Nonexistent, vague,
                      Still, the autocrat;
                      The hypocrite;
                      The egoist, arrogant!
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                        Notes-
                         Sandranda= ultimate happiness
                         Uparati= near- ecstatic state