The Lost Face Poem by Seshendra Sharma

The crescent
Wept, wept and then waned,
Bricks are sleeping in the walls
Street lamps
Have also begun to yawn
Holding a little star in my hand
I was digging for a secret
In a narrow lane of my conscience;
Under the layers of many many nights
Appeared the lost face of man
Emitting a million rays,
I said "your orb dissolved
Into my body, flows
As rivers of blood
In my countless arteries
And
Does not stop
Even when I sleep
Come
Ascend the peaks of my horizon
This world is ours
Let us share
The same lotus "
Suddenly the star
From my hand flew away
Into the branches,
Flames from the street lamps
Jumped out into the streets,
Bricks woke up
And brought down the houses,
Moon jumped out of the sky
To distribute its light