Sunday, 28 November 2010

myth

prejudice made me dynamic
i colored the sky with mosaic
flowers have no monopolies
decorated the poem of life with
crystals of defeat and victories
the planet is framed in smaller
since you looked from window
i have door less hanging nests
no apprehension for cyclones
the tremor of emotion failed
here i lived on burning craters
dreams are not untouchables !
i break the myth, touched the
stranger but divine blue eyes.
--- shantanu sanyal