Ablation Poem by Samujjwal Dey

Drizzling mummer
Play tambourine from the sky;
Uniting the lands and clouds.
From a distant place,
Hills show the path.
Tearing their chests;
An enchanting endless illustration
Of prayers arise.
Olive carpet over the hills,
Judge the blue sky,
Peaking through the clouds.
Lands hover, crafted
From the hill's heart;
To sketch a portrait
Pointlessly like a child.
The sky above judged by the land
Saw no fault in its art.
A canvas so grand;
Yet so blank!
Blames a worthy brush.
To ruin it without colour.
So, what seems a curse;
May be a boon.
The closed doors;
Beyond which a silent worker
Stayed awake all night, might find it hilarious.