It's Not Time To Speak Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Falling snow whitens the shudders
Afar I see a subscribed sanatorium
Your eyes are white
White wave of light
Carries your soul
To an unbound horizon
Where no coffee plantaion
No orchard of fruits
Only peaks hilltops heavy with clouds

Falling snow whitens the dream
Sleepless nights waiting to appear
And a pure tune of unknown flute
Blows with waves of sound
White and deathless impurity!

Pranab k c
22/02/2017