She An Object Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Cloudy that face
Knocked me down
To hold the trashy objects

Just the bitter puff
With no-air zone my heart
Simply bleed pain of humiliation

Next time I tracked
A beauty of rain-sucker
Pleasing the suffocation
Made my articulation
Quiet gentle as a love-bird
Noise to create silence

That time
And only that time
Sky smiled to the failured
Who never knew
How to satisfy the life
Beyond death

Cloudy that face
Was the origin
All these hazards
Got its poetic affiliation!