Journey Through A Pain
a lonely evening shining poorly
with her tune
a masculine star long far
follows my breathing
when she stops her bleeded agony
silently I looked surroundings
a little puppy was there
a blank horizon dips gradualy in dark
a tree alone in mid-field guards the silence
what could I do more
just touched her pain
she opened the door
to greet me in
here a bed scene could begin
here a nude beauty could imagine
but I bowed to her feet
because she the widow of a martyr
her man has gone to catch the sun
to snatch the food for fasters
her man has gone to hold the rein
of the time for subalterns
praise I not the path
praise I not the sacrifice
but can't defy their demands
because I feel myself a human
silent was my safari
silent was my voice
but loud I stroke the feet
who will suffer long for isolation...
Pranab k c
15/04/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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