Last Moonlight…

story of an unsuccessful person..to show all u guys how much intolerable life is,without anybody or any goal.the beauty of moonlight is extra attraction...the last charming thing present in his life..

All the foreign desires of the mind demand rents staying a while,

And flutter their wings in unsuccessful mornings.

The salty cry of sea and the picture of bird, drawn on the sand,

Fret the eyes of wet common myna.

Let the change of the day ring and also rusty debt,

Let the sprinkling spot come on the body of green.

There is the taste of the blood of black people in the half-burnt rice,

Let the crow of wet paper fly out of the world.

In this disinterested darkness,mind of chirping crickets is insensible,

The water present in between palms is filled with the colour of moonlight.

The kite is with broken back-bone,the water-fowl has just dipped inside the water,

Before occurring good night,let me have some good sleep.

Sleep swings on the moon,the pavement is silent,

The night guard ,playing its whistles, stops at the station.

Fried freedom,burnt bondage,

Well,what a poetry has come at the corner of leaps of the poet.

Came home carrying last sweat mixed with blood,

Moonlight has filled the white curtains.

Black spot has filled the fate,demon has rode on its back,

I’m eating diamond,seems to be puffed rice in the bowl.

Came the last scene of the play and the agony for not getting hand-streched glass,

You kissed me on my icy leaps,my fingers are in between yours.

The moonlight is weeping around my bed,the cotton is crowding at the doors of nose,

Grazed glass is covering wide open eyes,stars have dressed as flowers on the corpse.

Reviews

[Sanchari]

What an wonderful imagery, seems u r quite close to nature ! The descriptions are so detailed that I could almost relate myself to each & every situation of your poem. You r a bengali if I'm not mistaken , ryt? Cos puffed rice is what makes us going. And I have a feeling that I know you, would u mind updating some more of ur details? And it no way sounds like a story of an unsuccessful person . :) :)

[BLACK PANTHER]

thankks once again.but too much great it is...yes i also feel as if i know u....but u know a little mystery is good thing in life.isn't so?a poet certainly can expect and understand this if i'm not wrong.keep writing .....

[Sanchari]

yes .. but dat poetic me is just another part , and i'm like ne other curious person.. & may i know d reason y dis mystery is a good thng & required at all ??
After reading the wrks of a poet..u ought to knw dat person.dnt u feel so ??