Everyday (2) Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

He might have been dropped out from the heaven
Because of some reason,
He will be punished all day long, till last breath...,
He is still seeking his beloved's eyes,
Looking hither and thither
As if a wanderer has been so much bemused losing his way.
He is pulled out against his wishes everyday
And put him in front of everyone of you for the lash,
From the lash that has been made of grim wishes and fake smiles,
He needs to be well prepared for that always.
Sometimes he has to get ready to be thrown himself
Into the kingdom of virulent thirst,
He has been given the right to taste the fruits there,
But insufficient it is to quench the deepest desire.
He is merely a player,
A player who can't even have a little warm touch
From his beloved's decorated hands,
Can't wait to see her in the colors of fascinating state.
When night spreads its wings, he just lies on the ground of grasses,
May hold him in her motherly chest for some peace untill dawn arrives.
He is allowed here, in this grassy bed to stay as long as he needs.
And only he has right to sound for the prayers, prayers to please his Lord;
He just wants always to pray before his Lord's smiling face everyday.