Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Face Of A Vacant Night.


The Face Of A Vacant Night.

Once with careless steps,
In a shadowy springy night,
My weary vagabond had the face,
Of crowded street in Red-light.

Hyena, wolf and jackal I saw ,
Trudging in rows of caves,
And screaming sounds with,
Notorious laughters,
Were sold in exchange of rapes.

Faces yellow, blue and red,
Cast the glow of the primeval trade,
And the hungry knaves from ancient forest,
Sought refuge in the death bed.

Hello! Hello! Yawned the gallows,
And the indifferent night covered her face,
The pitiable Earth forgot her birth,
Witnessing the mad orgy of her race.

Submitted: Saturday, February 22, 2014
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