Paradise Poem by Moushumi moushumi

Think you landed on the terrain of merciful palace;
Why the mercy? It does not bother
The least gratified motion of mortal traits.
Imagine, you distanced your world
To convent the parish;
Why the convent? You do not
Look upon the peeved, known way.

And now the episode of
Going around commences
And now the same world reunites
With the merciful palace: attentive bifurcation;
Unsuitable life charm;

Here pervades the loneliness of
Not being anyone around;
Here enrapture the emotions
By bounding and encircling
The mute, solitary while;
And creeping into a sobbing
Knot by chance to the end.



30/11/08