THE JUVENILE CREATION

The silence of seashore signified

Somewhere is existed the wind

Depression, abruptly waves look

Wild, vicious mind-set, I afraid,

Might be execute tonight to me,

In the climax of festivity you didn’t

Look once, though I offered the

Life for you, near the grand piano

Heart was laying carelessly, fingers

Didn’t touch wounded emotion,

The chandeliers light scattered in

All the direction, your eyes were

Overlooked the darkness of my

Life, as the rain clouds passed in

The late night, arid land of esteem

Waited for a drop of compassion,

Presence in your celestial world

Was not more than an antique vase

Standing in a corner carrying desire

Of some bunch of red roses, you

Didn’t look to me by mistake, how

To explain you that breaths were

Clogged on that moment when you

Smiled, though that was not for me,

The silent love might be suicide on

That night, but a sweet sensation

Remained for entire life, one drop

Of tear seeped down, formed the

Pearl of memory, an infinite glow

Of first love, eternal juvenile poetry

• SHANTANU SANYAL