Story Of The Second Night Poem by Binoy Barman

My slumber was playing with obscure dream
Lonely barren hopeless
Suddenly awakened by the whisper of night
The sky was shedding tears profusely
Lightning piercing the heart of cloud
Crazy wind slapping trees left and right
Princess of Iran touched softly the rose petals
And all the sweet music of the world
Got ablaze in the memory lane
No, it was not any woman or her aroma
It was my own shadow beside me
Where am I?
I found myself dead lying on a grey beach
Birth regains life through death
I resurrected from the destruction of Jesus
Why human life’s so full of strain?
Let us swim in the river of sorrow
And drown together to be happy
No way no way
Waves of despair only create bubbles of sigh
Affection like electricity spreads form soul to soul
I embraced my own shadow, a lump of grief
And emptiness became a full moon face
Nobody knows what’ll happen tomorrow
Disease, cyclone, earthquake all friends to civilization
Life is a riddle of impossible events
Happens what not to
It is no game of loss and profit
Forgetting the formulae of calculation
They waited and waited and waited….
At last poetry got victory in the second night
Because the night was only an illusion.