Sunday 22 May 2011

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

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