On The Thirty Sixth Day Of The Month Poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty

My eyes lay there on the path
That you tread when you remember love
They relent not for a moment
Though your sight is rare to come by
Devotion knows not profit! Alas!
Knows not the risk
It stares the path in oneness
It takes the wrath in oneness

Who played the music over yonder
On the violoncello of human faith
He wrecks the instrument to build a note
His music is a torment and yet a road
Who plays the scales of love in there
He squashes the beloved to get his love
My eyes lay there on your path
That you tread when you remember love

The thrashing of love and long waits
Where is the transcend that love longs for
And yet the expectation of the first day
Fulfils not till the end of the summer June
On the calendar of love,
A few drops trickle
Only on the thirty sixth day of the month