Birth Of Distance Poem by vidyut chakraborty

Who bears it? Or begets?
May someone makes it or creates.
But it is built up and it grows.
A grown up thing has its life.

My childhood waned
my fantasy swayed.
My dreams on future are not seen,
It absconded to point of no return.

Well planned future passed afar
Left no chance of resurrection.
My career graphed down.
It had a middle class death.

Every phase has its limitation line,
Leaves then start shredding.
Some memory hum,
some tinkle away.

A new life compass,
horizon seems infinity
No Never None assert ahead
A half circle always exist.

A distance is not so distant.
It gradually measures
Love, Romance, Attachment-
the unquenchable proximity.


A long queue is seen passing by,
a committed link-up gasps.
Thus labor brings forth a sweet distance,
When it develops it must have life.