Poets Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

we always busy
to weave another sky
you can fly freely

we never expect
your garland
the dollars heavy
on your gravity

your clumsy thoughts
burdened with rat-race
senseless fight
to exhibit you great

we always busy
to spread your lampshade
into infinity

never we die
with any failure
or live we to die
with every success
our words put every brush
to ornament that sky
where you can fly
freely


Pranab k c
15/08/2012