1
Shrill cry of an enchanted forest
Once I hear through the grey Alleys
Sank into the Darkest mystery
Unknown ever to all mechanism
Where my emotion or yours
Is born from the unknown womb
Of distant and so distant pathways
None can ever know the time but
It comes along with sweet dreams
Happiest moments or the greatest
Achievement like Love or nothing
Ecstasy to feel left for you
But the cry I till now hear..Oh
So quickest in pace but fragmented
I cannot so easily grip, left me
Into the mage I roam with disgust
So awkward my mind is also
In…
2
Those hypnotizing moments
I face in the sleepless hours
On the white pillow
Beside a motionless clock
To a forest, dark and boredom
Snatch me to my helpless brain
Where no other options kept for me…
3
The Unfortunate I am
Oh! The pain
Of a snake –bite, sudden
So poisonous, bluish
No way! But waiting for the snake
To live or to die
Is unconscious or less subconscious …Oh…
4
In what distant, grim and desolate room
I am counting or recounting
The dusty memories
Peeping with gleaning fragments
Full of mystery and enchanted fog
Deep desire overthrown…
Poet’s Bio- Partha Pratim Das, 20, is a literature enthusiast from Kolkata, India. He is also a writer and Prof. Ketaki Datta’s student and an active member of her `Writer’s Circle’. He writes in both English and Bengali. His stories and poems have been published in various magazines.
Illustration by Alan Van Every (Featured image on the front page)
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