Un Scaned Future Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

In every step of life's staircase,
Sewing dreams float, uncertain,
Over your ever happy ocean.
O I am the Rider to the Sea
Over your waving terrible beauty.
The 'terrible beauty' summons
To experience the joy of risky ride.
Let me fly, like Icarus, to fall
In the maze of everlasting future.
O blind Prophet, why are you silent?

But I know I am like that white page
Waiting to be printed in scanner,
Know nothing what my fortune is!
May it be beautifully colourful one,
Or the black and white, who knows?