No Poetry Covers The Tavern Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

a green with yellow touch
and grain of sand
and your choice to put salt
with that content
makes my pulse heat with
hot sovereignty

mixing co-agent the cup of
cacophonic chaos which lumpen
bothers not
favors my devil swim

stars are still young to receive
cry from earth
sanctity of frogs own regime
never could be blamed

since our pleasing moments
quiet esteemed and
limitless hollowness
about to be decided
whether the camps on the surface

would last long or
debris for another dawn
wait for future to be become!

Pranab k c
16/08/2016