Epitaph Of The Lost Sun Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

the insane night
the noise of silence
whispering something into my ears
the night is a mourn song of lost sun
caravan of words!

the greed of aztec gold
fluttered walk in the mud
lonesome heart
and a garbage soul

exonerated from sins
I am free,
again a desire shook
the roots of a mighty tree

colourless hopes
their furious sleep, pollutes my day
I am creepled
to get rid of it

the wind outside blew strong
the desert wind
I have crossed a thousand miles
to ride on the 'black camel'
the night is like a mourn song of lost sun
caravan of words

the serenity of sunset
until the caravan starts again
there it is, all quiet now

commencing the noise of the night!