Santanu's Poem

In that very afternoon, Suddenly came running the Monsoon. Her gaze was so filled with  Tears, Seeing, it seemed The wet wind would become today The slaughter house of My Heart. I saw you standing at the balcony, Firm though motionless. I feel, I crawl on the Pyramid like a lizard. As if, I'm like one, The living Mummy of civilization. The song of Rain comes from  The distant sky Who tied happiness in it? The faded Maskd of Me shouted  And said, You are that face. Let  A few feelings get wet. Let's go to a dead civilization  To pick up Some dry, fallen leaves. Today I will decorate your neck. The faded Masks shouted again, Don't get wet, you will be  sick. Laughing aloud, I said, I've  Already died. In the course of time, there it floats It may be my Mask,, It may be my dead face. ©Kdee14 ©santanudatta_

 The faces of the dead aroused Once more. Yesterday, when the night was deep The moonless sky came down  on the moor. In my half sleep, Into the ocean of blue wind, Having thrown a few stones,  I looked behind,  into the black water pond, And I saw  A dead woman, to bite her lips. Sometimes,  here I feel the summer wind. Sometimes In the nights of my astonishment All the beautiful dead of women of  soft mind, Would come in the candle light,  In amazement. Today if you see me In the gathering of that dead women, Like a fade silhouette, Sitting into the lonely plain. Think me like a hungry stone, waiting For a candle light dinner. ©kdee14 ©santanudatta_