Poet’s Pang Again
POET’S PANG AGAIN
esspeecee … 16.06.09.
I squeeze battered brain cells
For words: Poetry.
I wring my quiescent heart
For ejecting emotions: Poetry.
I moisten blotted tongue
For alphabets, words: Poetry.
I burn my poetic lamp
To lend silvery grains from cloud
To limn: Poetry.
In ceaseless rainy night
In dancing rain drops
Achingly I try to get: Poetry.
All have come to halt,
Obeys me not
Any more. Why?
Are they resting?
To start afresh? In me?
Inside:
Tossing, restless: I’m
- wild wind, tsunami: I’m in.
- scorpion stung cat: I’m like.
- xerosis, no oasis: I’m in.
Poets of world,
My petrified silence:
Pity me not.
Time is the
Best killer,
And healer.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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