Santanu's Poem

Don't compare my love with Your beauty. Look at the beauty of flowers. Although, they are bare. Don't compare your Heart with that Of a Butterfly They are very emotional to keep  Their moral high. However dark and deep, be the  Feelings of my Heart, Go straight through to Avoid but  Manage your skirt. Take care to erase the stain of  Blood over. I will allow no one to sit on  Your throne I will sweep the cockroaches  Those are brown. Into the House of Spider-net,  Like a bat, I will spy. Let us dance on this crystal floor To be a star. Let us drink fruit juice, red wine,  Poison and Nectar. ©Kdee14 ©santanudatta_

 I never thought, I would be a poet. Today again, coming to the end of middle youth, I have grabbed the pen. So may be, the songs of day-end appear  in my pen. So may be, in the aftrrnoon light of the world, I want to find myself. This is the last time. Poetry is my last refuge today. My poetry may one day, be lost like mine. Since life is mortal, Before leaving the Earth's orbit and getting lost in the deep darkness, I want to leave this belief that even if I die, My poetry will be immortal. Exactly, how long it will take to get back this blue sky, I don't know. But if I see the sky changes colour, Then, in the land of Red Sky, Red Hills and Red Soil, I'll find my new address. After that, I will meet you on Mars. O friend, Keep your lamp on Mars burning. ©Kdee14 ©santanudatta_