A Torn Replica Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

A Torn Replica
Pravat Kumar Mandal

In the solitary world of relatives
What does it say, but deportation?
In the sky the stars are at their meeting
Despite the distance, they're in a relation.

In the moment of greedy grey thought
Is the heart in the form of scarecrow
Eager to meet innumerable dreams?
Like the stars it's the form of sorrow.

Love is on the edge of lifelessness
Is it, however, a grey manuscript?
To get right of a flowerless couch
It is a torn replica in solitude.

(1st June,2020)