Getting Lost Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Turn on bed
To make the dream secured
And see on the screen the drama
Of a life-verified and stamped.

See through window
The curtain of light getting paled
As feet get burnt on tar coated road
To chase the frame that vomits shit
Dipping the face into the drain: shamed

Curse the pigeons
That pass insulting tones nibbling
Eyes with rising dust of apprehension
When the sun interrupts the night as
It comes into her grasp- stealthily

Torch the hour
That gives birth to the moon
When she succumbs to his song
As silence plays the lilting music
And her forefathers are tied to the post.