ODESSA STEPS MEMOIRS
A sullen face before a mirror
A tormented soul lying prostate ,
In a morbid darkness
Suddenly I feel cold, winds from the past ,
Throws me out of the room
Out in the fields and from no where
Like a piercing pain I remember The Stepps ,
The Odessa Stepps .
The montage unfolds and once again
Emancipation steps up into the
Core of my soul .
It pans through the pains ( of our lives )
Zooms into the zombie ( that's all of us )
Long shot of the length of life ( we have lived
but in vain )
The life of my own was that of a loner ;
I lost my dreams early ,
I raise no hopes ,
But ever since I remember The Odessa Steps ,
I knew .
Iknew very certain ,
That my life is that of a goner .
( Sanjay Goswami )
7th August 1986
1950 hrs , Chiranjibpur , Haldia .
