February 9, 2011


the trees are big here
the road has been newly built
each step falls on new grounds
for each step i have to cut a tree

the sun rises like ball of fire
the night falls like a pitch black curtain
all the flowers are blood red here
only fruit is the opium poppy

here there is nobody to whisper comments
if u grow a meter long beard
my friends are the giants
my ride is the elephant
the echo of my scream
assures their silence

here i am
i live here
forever trapped
i am forever free

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snigdho said...

interesting. quite sardonic i would say.

SANDIPAN said...


atanu nath said...