~Purna Infada~
I am standing upright
Grazing at the moon
That glitters like silver in the sky
That is witnessing
The thick cloud getting sparse
And an looking at before me
A frozen Himalaya
A fire-like Terai
And evergreen hills
The eastern horizon spitting out sun
And the western horizon swallowing it
And Salahesha are painting
Arippan arts
Quite engrossed
On the tearing map
In the midday
The sabotage road is burning
And the siren is blowing
With a loud sound
An arrogance, like a ghost lady
Showing her ferocious jaws
Is roasting the heart on a burning flower
Piercing with an arrow
Broken chromosomes are
Determining the skin-colour,
Scrutinizing the shape of nose
And are listening it the of language
These pieces of slitting
Each of the human conscience
Covering the whole brain with a shawl
These pieces of shrunken hearts
Are walking- instable
And an abstract music
Is being played constantly
And the hoofs of a black horse are sounding
Tock-tock-tock!!!
Gunpowder is rising from a parched dry field
And the hill is falling off
Collapsed from the cliff
On torn and scatted flower petals
Are dancing adverse timescales
From this very corner
A pitiable and terrible sound
Is coming out
Co-existence! co-existence!! co-existence!!!
