Towards Gallows Poem by Onon Sarker

Darkness of the mystic fog
And the cavalry togethers.
Knowing each other: banning
Forever. the night owl talks.

Glimpse of shades fading
Rays of hope are gasping
Callosities are gearing
The whole world, shivering.
A night: surely of accusing

Here I'm alone, Mrs. Sparrow
In my tiny tin shade, narrow.
With my injured beautiful legs
Drinking alone last lazy pegs.
It's choking inside the room
Yesterday that seemed bloom
When Mr. Sparrow has gone
In search of my favourite prawn.

It's deadly demise here
Without you Mr. Sparrow.
To reduce my every sorrow
For me, the time you borrow
Oh! this tender separation
Always remind me of yours.
It seems without you, Sparrow
I'm walking towards gallows.