Conspiracy Poem by Susmit Panda

If the ship has adjourned in mid-sea,
It's because you are to come.

If the horse is resting on his dusty hooves,
It's because you are to come.

If unborn clouds are raining,
It's because you are to come.

If unseen flowers I am smelling,
It's because you are to come.

If unplucked guitars I am hearing,
It's because you are to come.

If I have returned into my dead room,
It's because you are to come.

If the world is delaying, Death,
It's because you are to come.