That Stone Ossifies Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

That stone ossifies in continuous strain
from ages, who knows when
like a mortal blow from the sky or
a dream of death torrids a mortal mind in some prickly pain
who knows when

The sky feels unsure or does whim
leading a life of an idle dream
tortoise's desire for a moon
me also thought the same
so in some profaned aim
in gesture of a friend as if to quest alreday
how are you today?

The stone smiles
like a fang of ignores
as if wants me to look at the baby waves play
and kiss everytime they find him like an age old child
wanton careless in a stark wander for a mirth
an ageless joy beyond all life and death!

The tree nearby in just one branch nods in gay
some sparrows within hearken
their kids stop crying, just looken
beyond a simple life untrodden
of joy or sorrow, life or death
simpler than an odd desire dreaden
who knows when

This world may listen!

copyright: Shamik Bose 2009