THE FLASHING LAMPS  

a little bit concern vis-à-vis meeting

to with them who has been left,

behind the scene of festivity

of life, often perception

wakes up from the

grip of the self -

addressed

letter,

on that dilemma, heart pursues the

answers, in a deserted railway

station someone waiting

alone for the missing

link of affinity,

in the mist

of chill

night, the painful dream becomes

the fast train, passes with

rapid speed, in the far-

away it extinct with

leaving the flying

pages of life,

the valise

of hope

remains laying on the platform, the

vibration of rail track gradually

goes down to silent, in the

distant the raising hands

demands the promise

of survival, the real

share of equality,

on the mound

of firearms,

injured

voice

lost the identification, echoes

couldn’t come back to

the origin, the faces

of upheaval were

forced to adopt

the injustice,

as usual

destiny of exploitation flourished in

society, in the pseudo politics

the life has less magnitude,

unseen confine has no

mercy, just the rule

of forest, the

mighty

has all the rights for livelihood,

others have the slavery

fate, self way for

existence - -why?

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Train-station-painting- by  QUINN AINSLEY