THE REFLECTION

The yachtsman seems a shadow

Unseen rhythm flows

Its looks as a dark dot floating on

The surface of emotion

The river goes toward the delta

Slowly leaving back sediments

On the bank, at the mature

Night, the left over

Memories breathe cold feelings

Someone throws the pebble

The whirling flow makes

Circles of dream as an aquatic web

The broken wave’s sensation

Touch to heart, as leaning

Branches of a white thriving tree

Kisses the portion of water

Fallen pale flower s fate

Nobody knows, it moves on the

Way to sailing boat

The full moon peers from the

Dominance of dark clouds,

Nocturnal hush, mysterious insect

Calls from the weak twigs

My reflection into the water

Slowly becomes fade

An alien persona emerges

I try to touch in surprise, with

Snooping way, where I lost

Recognition, I loved to everybody

Never distinguished, not at all hated

Anyone, whose curse chasing me

The image laughs beyond the limit

--  SHANTANU SANYAL