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 .