There are so many shades
But I could never reflect
Other than what\'s gray
I believe
It is where I once stayed
In solitude of caravans
Crossing oceans of deserts meek and dry
I loned and roamed the cosmos
Not the one that you hold
Lights and stars and what not!
Mine is quite an unknown
I talk about the ones I encountered in shades
Where lights of life were far afar
Where the thorns were somewhere in my feet
More than that path my eyes had needles
Pricking through were not the cactus that planted out
It was the steeps and slopes my heart had gone
And I still
Just sphere my eyes
See my fall--see my rise
Not in the go
I have disowned
This marshals parade
Neither to lead nor to direct
But just to witness
The growing glory
The falling story
Just an eye witness
In this neverending prosecution
I no longer present my deeds to the arbitrary of justice
For who on the stage got their wage?
Some took from some and lost to some
There lies my eyes
Beyond the essence crushed and beyond the thorns thrown
Beyond the raising clocks and beyond the moving blocks
Where I rest not in peace
For peace is what I no longer quest
I raged from war and shall die in it too
But my soul that comes from a world
That doesn\'t rage in power or in blood
Shall seek its solace
In almost all that my eyes mirror
My soul shall entwine itself indifferent
From all which doesn\'t serve in the great union
Of salvation and eternity......
___Priyanka Koley