Write You Open
that's not my fault
when you slept for the rest of night
the field outside
dark and cool
the unknown horizon
nowhere I planked any flag
to remind you
it's the way
an alone gone
now the dawn with blazing heat
stripping you off
all your outer guard
looking through a mirrorless frame
a destiny where could go a life alone
getting laugh as lunatic
getting cry as frustrated suicider
and louding much
to find a track of beginning again
of searching
reaping
and harvesting
now you also the alone
dry your body
dry your sense of bathing
inside you go to snatch the inside
and feel this sky is not only for you
and this sky is the roof for all trees and creepers
all skin and chicks
all built and unbuilt
we the streeters
matching the sound of hope and blast
of digging and dynasty
to meet a beach of sandy thirst
no choice, no clasp
only dive to blunt expansion
of nighty ocean....
Pranab k c
Edited on 29/05/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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