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
