Ab-Sense Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

The birds are flying,
And my mind too.
Unable to respond,
Unable to express,
The bizarre black
Hope of lively life
Flies like nighty owl.
None to hear here,
None to prey here,
None to speak here,
None to converse too.
The dimmer shadows
The black night
Beside that foul tree.
The sky is high and free
To imprison the gray clouds.
Mist arises down the river,
Black paints down the earth.
I am here to sense
The Macbeth-dagger,
Or Lear' madness.
The propose day almost
Stands on the horizon.
A pigeon of history
Is coming pehaps
With a red rose;
Perhaps to propose
The modern 'Padmaavat'!