The night wind chiming ticks of the night

The speedy car rhyming monsoon drops.

Lying in dugged up abyss, I’m waiting

To have the soil over me, (to) sleep soundly.

Your love can rewake the beat stopped

But, don’t think of returning, I disavow you.

I reject all the earthly ties, all hold-backs

’cause death I want to be keeper of the sins

Of yours, all your misdeeds, all your deeds.

Smile as you’re smiling; keep on smiling

Someone, everyone, grasp the wet soil

And sprinkle on me, choke me.

Someone, everyone, pyre my writings

Sing a song of Tagore monsoon merry.

Don’t you dare to come in front of me

Don’t you dare to drop a tear in apology.

What all are you looking at; come on hurry,

Do not keep the vigil long for the await.



Published by Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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