When You Say Certainty Poem by kallol shome

How can you surprise me, if you say
You must go, now or sometime-
For I know certainty lies in the space
That keeps chanting the hollow phrase
That we bind us in love
And in freedom we bleed,
Freedom -the anxiety to bleed…a dun-colored virtue we say,
Till we grow pale in it like the crackled page
Rumbling in the guts of our dark nights and day;
Torment is nothing compared to what we offer torment-for its place in history;
Our inconceivable freedom to suffer; tears-spoils of victory...
Lining dear earth like the trail of a wounded beast fleeing to
Silence;
Blood painted crimson-vain, limitlessly vain,
Where all our rainbows begin...