Darkness of endless night
breaks my bones
Carrying rocky hills upon heart
Beneath the civilised surface
I hear repeated queer moan
Let me go there
I can no longer wait
O my wild ancestors
I hear your soul stirring
I need to be closer to you
I remember cave dwellers
Smoking bodies sitting around a fire
Poor resonance I listened
From my ancient village
Of those apathetic evenings in the lap of hills
I have to go to bring lost souls
Darkness of endless night waiting for me
A million skeletons Of maya civilization are moaning
They have something to say Beyond their last desire...
Now they drag their hearts
Through december nights
I feel current of their traverse
And the shadow of night hunts my nerve
Still they are trying to rebuild
Lovely dreams for their sons
Through those dreams
One illumine the path of even the dull witted
They asked-
If there is anybody to restore their dreams
If there is anybody to bring the flame of love
O my ancestors I hear your soul stirring
I can no longer wait
Let me go Let me go once more
I have to go to bring lost souls
Darkness of endless night
Waiting for a poet
by Soumen Chattopadhyay
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- Published: January 31st, 2018 22:18
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Comments1
You've taken us there!! You speak well for the ancestors!
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