Just 9 Poem by Indranil Bit

Today I hold my pen with a heavy heart,
With little intension to sew down words,
One of those misty mornings I presume,
When we woke up and think all messy.

So I simply brew a cup for a change.
And cling myself to the open window.
To see crowd pouring and flowing all over
Unknown faces, unknown destinations.

Then I start wondering a bit carelessly
The purpose of me in this act of the play,
When there are so many faces to accomplish
The better actor in a perfect scene of play.

I grasp a handful of words with a pleasant smile,
I throw them on a bit of an articulated paper,
I chant a song from my favorite note of melodies,
I see my words dancing and rowing up to beautify.

"You n me lend an ear, we hear the tone of Gods;
No time for us to tear, we feel the love of Gods;
Have no motive to fear, we sense the trust of Gods;
Let's work n dance all way, we build the scent of Gods. "

I am needed in the play, I know this note to make words dance,
I am needed as a bagpiper of words, I am needed to sew up love,
Myself and my words will build the essence fit for the Gods,
Scenes are messy, a play is never complete without the epilogue.