Blue Yet The Arena Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

silent a space it needed
to keep the bag behind
what more could one carry
at the time of final departure

simply silent a space it needed
to think the disaster of staying long
circled while unnecessary one acquired
experienced a lot to cover the time infinite

only the finite
one drew by sleeping smooth
deep and dreamless
abandoned a mutiny within
to avoid the soul what speaks
not by hearing

space to sleep again dictating
tomorrow not to follow the order
coming and going with ceaseless harmony

what more one coild demand
before diggng a trench
to hide all the passions
never fulfilled
not even required properly
just to stick oneself busy
with the track passed by
serious and thoroighly
bypassing hope greed and hegemony

Pranab k c
31/07/2022