How Are You, The Madman... Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

finding always a new junk
to refresh eternity by its conception
and every time the life
callously laugh to show a mask
without any face
faces are out of the hemisphere

but how could you do that
my creator and killer by possession
how could you erase the faces out
silences makes a sigh when dawn appears
actually achievements are useless
man lost the sense of humanity
so animals dig there dump
to bury the human
and from this very death of the preacher
our crown lost its head to glitter the robust!

Pranab k c
05/01/2021