Sanjib Banerjee
The Second Chance
A night of pretention,
Gradually moving forward..
A night of urban lights..
A night of deserted city.
The alone boy,
Pressing his bike paddle..
The last eye-catching is
Flashing upon his mind
Like elf-fire..
He released a smile, as
He\'s unable to face himself.
With all voice,
Thousand of questions
Chasing him
Like a eagre..
He stopped,
The dog\'s sharp call
Couldn\'t disturb him.
.. This was second time.
Onrushing air
Was only acting a dumbshow..
He couldn\'t but prepared himself
To go home..
The last press on paddle,
His leaky slippers whistled.
The second feeling of soar ,
He again got a pinnance-oar.