Heat And Dust Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

a lonely line stretched too long
no one knows its end but the line
always runs far far away beyond

if line to communicate you feel hard
come and close your eyes then feel the wind
nowhere to blow your apron high in the sky
twinkling spirit of guilt simply overcrowded
through your passion blowing to catch a dark
when and where it originates thinking not only warm
heart spells silently to loose your organs

straight the line easily penetrates your thought
and you want to be strangled cryingly by last breath
before a storm shows you the life not the para drop
page after page should have to be encrypted by pleasure
and sufferings a man can or can not bear alone by heart

line undoubtedly straight but curves within its disguise
blatant and sublime to show you an arena of legitimate death
everybody aware but no one can believe!

Pranab k c
11/11/2020