IT’S NOT THE END

The psyche of prophecy was hollow

Nothing gone to wrong, the twilight

Had possessed beauty of life, predict

Of last judgment shattered as star -

Sometimes sinks in the dust of space,

Pretended speech had the short

Influential impact, echoes lost way,

The mass eyes looked the sky with

New optimism, the magic to trap the

Emotion failed, it’s true that who has

Born in the planet, has to die one day,

Why uproar on the horizon, the dawn

Is predetermined, just wait to see

Blooming flowers on the leafless twig,

They stoned on the glassy dreams!

We crossed the river, as declared depth

Was only knee deep, some left over

On the edge waiting for low tide, the

Destiny didn’t wait for confused traveler!

Reaching to other end, nobody had

Time to look back, the green pasture

Has greeted us, civilization stretched

The branches, the migration has its own

Glamour, since primitive era its flow,

As nomadic river creates way itself,

The offspring of blasphemies playing

On the monolith, black rock, nothing

Has changed, the creation plays with

Inhalation, breathing says the sky

Has numerous destinations, it’s not

The end let us to gaze the beauty of life!

• SHANTANU SANYAL