THE THIRST

Vertical crossed lines of

Forehead, the net of palm,

Pseudo character to allure the

Mass, sitting on the prayer,

Divine conversation, couldn’t

Help at last, the darkness has

Recorded all the nudity of life,

Appraisal of secreted deeds,

The suppressed flames of past,

Emerged in a volatile form,

The mirror stated the penalty,

Final calculation of life was very

Rough, the sanctified water

Declined to touch golden body,

Somebody gazed the sky with

Cipher eyes, the thunderous

Laughter rolled in all direction,

The whip of time lashed the

Bare chest, all familiar, strange

Faces stood surrounding to him,

They looked him vulnerable,

The revenge of time is cruel, no

Differentiates between the king

And beggar, the breathing

Suffocated, he shouted for mercy

Killing but sky denied, the

Destiny’s magic is unexplained,

The water was nearer to some

Steps, the thirst was miles long,

He tried to touch the source of flow,

Before reaching to waves life had

Left the accompany, stay behind

smoke and dust till the twilight,

- SHANTANU SANYAL