Divine Treachery Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

no space you kept to hold the liking
no space
simply hallucination jams the track
to track your truth and deviation

it's a long drawn line
increasingly becomes fade
to catch the origin of beginning point

only labs and archives
with deep sigh confused to locate
the demanding point of focus

at least once your feather of flying anguish
become white to show us
the excellence you should conceive
which formulated our expectations
and blatant dream

no space you keep untouched
where we could anchor our laments!

Pranab k c
22/02/2021