In the symposium of drunkard
Someone called my name -
To offer me the final glass of
Ceremonial formality, I didn’t
Reach near you as crowd
pushed
Back me, while a distance amid
Remained as usual my friend
We never reached to conclusion
Accusations have its own
Essence, several desires died
Before to attain the climax, its
life
Dark, dense clouds in the
twilight
Covered the blues, rapid wind
Predicted storms arrival, you
didn’t
Tried to break the prophesy, I
Waited till midnight, gradually
all
The clouds disappeared, stars
Have shown their existence forever
Night had its own
priority
Priest closed the iron gate of
temple
Let the emotion rest for a while
All deities perhaps talked about
The planet, including our relation
That never turned to
devotion
Nevertheless, it was not so late
Dawn is inescapable, life says
–
Just wait, let sun rise, keep your
Expectation alive, somewhere
the
The blank milestone is
waiting!
What’s wrong if one promise is
-
Broken, this wild trails have to
make
The way amongst the thick forest
–
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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