In Love In Angst. Poem by Suvro Bhattacharya

Whoever wants to die before his time
is not in love. How can it be so true
For someone who has seen

both sides of the coin from the same distance!
War and peace, no matter -
You can't afford to be slipped over.

So much to feel within, so much to feel
for, so much to feel genuine. Yet you
look for the end in itself?

Deep intimate theories invading
the nights for passion and longing-
never switch over to nothingness.

Yet you realized few voids in between the lines,
not for any specific purpose
but as the inherent norms!

So much to rejoice, so much to prove,
so much to fulfil. Around every single
moments of time and dream.

The letters of love may collapse one day.
May even change every connotation-
We achieved so far, still I'll be their

Waiting for the touch, even from the
one who wants to put the final break
before his time. In angst.