A Ceremony Called Living.. Poem by Boishakhi Mitro

As the nor'wester blows,

Bringing in more despair than hope,

Another day starts,

Mankind goes to war!



Each heart eye and mind

Is in a perpetual state of hopelessness.

Shrieking souls in shrinking spirits,

desperately swimming against dragging currents......



With the sundown,

Comes some respite now.

War ravaged entities,

Prepare to finish the final stages of ceremony.



A ceremony called living,

Daily fighting, cheating,

Yet waiting for the next sunrise,

In hope of another beginning!