Little But Its Touch Big Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

little but it touches
all objects open and scattered
anywhere on surface facing it

little but its magical beauty
who can't feel let him die peacefully
let him die but death not so valueless trench
you can hide forever

little that blinking eye
chased me throughout my dream
my sleep spent a night of unending
dark as ocean where flew violently
spreading no wings simply with thoughts

that cosmic radiation
that ray of light
that mesmerizing arrogance
perhaps guides our soul
to dive alert into life infinite
more than calendar-bound life of us

little but a star never haunts our freedom!

Pranab k c
20/07/2018