Partha Sarkar
India
Flutes the Time in the
Shade of the banyan tree
While goes on chaos by
Wise triumphantly. Nowadays
I become deaf to wisdom.
Getting drooping once scepter
Allows the new one to be drooping.
History likes to ride
Merry-go-round to befool
The dead to repeat itself.
Imperialism!
May be new word for you but
Do not get surprised dead.
A socially powerful
Is an imperialist. They know.
Liberty!
Here comes sweltering.
Let us move silently
Hoping there must be storm
At the end of the day’s wisdom.
The endangered species!
Gets unhappy the throne.
There will be no flesh.
But there is a consolation.
Wisdom always fills the vacuum
The replica of soul.
‘I have seen nothing…’
You may not but there is…
Alone goes the light
Inextinguishable. Meet it if you can.