Kamal Kumar Tanti

Every second 
I look at the leaves
of the tree I own,

I lose my own voice.

Voice is secondary. 
Leaves are
Primary. 

Leaves never 
carry voices.

I am a tree-owner.
And living a life of
timeless voices.

I am a homeless,
and home-less.

Always dreamt of a home
but have a house.

I made a promise,
to my son,
a home.

Home of his own.

Because,
I am homeless.

When I pronounce
I am an atheist,
People around
looks at me suspiciously.
There is no nation for atheist.
The country is for Hindus.
The other country is for Muslims.
The countries are for Christians.
When I pronounce
I am an atheist,
Young boys and girls around,
looks me at with amaze.
Where there is Nation,
there is religion.
No Nation for atheist.