FOREVER IN THE RED …

I'll leave this world a man in debt. Heaven or hell or the purgatory, I’ll enjoy, burn, or be cleansed but the debt will remain, for all eternity.

I live, a life of relative ease Beholden am I not to banks to the government or usury with beady greedy covetous eyes. Beholden still to a person who would never claim, even call the debt, a debt.

A little hug, a small peck on the lips, a shoulder to cry on a hoary night of terrors and the heart and the purse are opened. But I feel inadequate, a lesser person. Love lifts me to great heights but the cavernous depths of ‘already paid’ are deeper than the highest of heights.

I'll leave this world a man in debt.

Dhaka. 26th January 2019 © S M Shahrukh and Traces of Orange, 2019