Dead End Poem by Sujoy Bhattacharya

How could my fingerless hands blow
the mute harp of my mind?
A musical throbbing always vibrate
to enhance the intensity of my thirst!
I feel a vocal music my veins echo to
satiate my morbid hunger for mundane pursuit.
The blue sky reverberates cosmic song to
disrupt my sensual pleasure.
I tried to adhere to my desire vicious
ignoring the molten nectar.
The dormant monster was yawning warm venom
to overcast my mind with illusive suspicion.
I drove away the disguised messenger of happiness
fanning the hurricane of woes frowning.
The devilish catastrophe dropped the screen
in the middle of the one act play! .
A chorus sobbing gloomed the glory of the greenroom!