177. The Black Epitaph Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Like a brave soldier fighting alone
Against his enemies
To print his valiant mark
On the flag of his patriotism,
My indomitable longing goes on
Fighting within myself
To express my poetic thought
In the world of beauty and love.

My poetic mind and my dream,
Fully different from a famous poetess,
Give birth to a new world
Where my thought can freely soar
As soaked in the new born sunlight
A white pigeon flies
In the firmament of
Peace and happiness.

When the arrows of words
Smeared with poison
Are cast to strangle
My poetic mind
Or when my creativity
Is about to be inscribed
By a dark woman on the black epitaph,
My poetic thought gets matured.


By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World, No.06.
Copyright@April12,2015(12: 10am) .