Empty Road Poem by Prabir Gayen

Empty Road
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On the way a deserted home
I looked into it from outside,
Nobody was there to inhabit,
I asked to respond to my presence,
Nobody came outside,
The air was violent and the room was empty,
I knocked atthe door and sound echoed,
I stood spellbound.
The night before the room was lightened,
The roof was full of clamouring men,
The Moon was washing the wall with leaves of the forest.
No one came to receive me,
Or asked me my identity.
I stood looking at the worn-out house.
On a branch of a tree beside the house a bird was sitting,
Looking careless with no view,
I said unto him my name and he stood paying no attention,
The house was empty and space was hollow with no furniture below,
No picture wasattached to the wall,
Only hollow with no wall to view,
The house was left by departing souls,
Used many a day and then forsaken.
With deep pain I walked on the way,
Walking with deep sorrow and on theunknown way,
Meandering the path with no one to meet,
The path wastired and full of dust,
On the way towards nowhere,
I felt the need to have a house,
Ireturned tothe deserted house.
No home was there with no traces of it,
I movedbackwar to search the house,
The tree and thebird watching careless,
But nothing was there only sound of the the air,
And soft drizzle that made the way slippery,
I walked and endless became my walking,
The Sun rose above andI found myself lyingon bed,
The empty road, the deserted soul.

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