Indranil Bhaduri (Kolkata, India)
Blow by blow my body crumbles slow,
As it struggles to reap some fresh crops
Life moves on and plays around with pain
With its cunning smile and shining dots of grief!
The road ahead is dark, scary and broken
As I look forward to the horizon and walk on,
Stumbling in between only to rise again
To stand strong in the murky pathway
Speaking all alone to my desolate soul
And searching for an illuminated land
Which is not far away,
It's there nearby amidst the solitary veil
As I gaze upwards towards the cloudy vault of heaven,
And rejoice with the radiant rays of the blazing sun
Breaking the darkness and shining bright,
And my face glows with the shimmering light,
With my soft whispers transforming slow
Chanting prayers bursting loud for the one
Who showers blessings and deep curses on all
Longing for the road that's not taken.
'I am a man who doesn't commit blasphemy,
But can move at my own will'
Copyright © 2013 Indranil Bhaduri
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