At the END OF THIS AUTUMN, I am standing Under a barren tree, bleak and exposed TO weather with shedding leaves, There rests a house away from the barn, Decorated with vivid colours of rainbow And maintained by careful hearts Now lay without its cheerful dwellers Who are now hopefully incarnated in another form?
At the END OF THIS AUTUMN, I see this curious and cute Cur smelling innocently the gun which lay on the sand After the inhuman act taking the lives of the cheerful Dwellers and cur’s owners, few moments ago there was A grand preparation for the Durga Pujas to come, but in A matter of minutes everything was over when the Harsh sound of the firing gun was heard twice and down Laid the couples on the ground, their blood mixed with Indian Dirt.
Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of
Much can be said But we speak in hushed tones Curt with our responses Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability We hold our breaths in anticipation Who will be the first to crack ? Unsightly in the walls of protection
I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading
The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My