These Tunnels Poem by Debayudh Chatterjee

Crossing all these darkness
we’ll reach paradise-on earth some day-
where the morning sun awakes.

Like tireless demons the smokes of bomb-blasts,
echoes of death all around,
and cases of stairs wet with the splashing blood-
just left to travel to reach there-
where the world’s just as we dream.

Crossing all these darkness
we’ll reach paradise-on earth- we can hear
the white dove spray its wings allover our senses,
we can dream a new day just before us
and the winds of peace
billow our arteries and veins.

Crossing all darkness, we’ll
reach there…
but these dreary dark foggy tunnels-
we haven’t learnt
to cross them forever.