BEYOND THE DESTINY 

he couldn't give the acquaintance, before 

saying any thing, they announced the 

verdict, countless celestial flowers lost

on that moment on the sacrificial altar !

eclipsed moon reappeared from the 

clutches of umbra, sun sank in some 

unknown bluish world, extended arms

of someone, said - I know him, I loved,

felt his existence in everything, in the 

tear of outcast eyes, on the street of 

infamous settlement, in the darkness

of battle ground, wept alone bowed 

head, in silence of painful screams, he

walked in tottering way, in the gloomy

evening sitting under the lamppost,

have seen him in form of some coins

in the chilblained cap, sometimes in 

the face of feeding baby with withered 

breast, sometimes I have looked him

in the smile of street child selling the 

flowers, for your beautiful intoxicated  

twilight, it's not cursed identity, the 

realism of life is more pure than venom,

let him forgive, which is not alive,

then why the gemot, let humanity come

alive, destiny is not the final judgment,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting - humanity - By Dan Gheno