Let's Celebrate Tonight Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Tonight
You won't be there
with me
Not even a dream of yours
would mean to me
any more.
How dreadful will it be!
I have washed my hands
from the hell of heinous sin
The vulture on the twig
of house yard
reminds me your calculation
of profit and loss.
This time I wo'nt bargain
The little boy swimming in the pond
would be waiting for me
Some one has blasted a bomb in the town
The courtiers are still busy
entertaining the crown prince
Yes,
Tonight I would spilt all the paint
on the canvas
Tonight will be
so special.
Let's celebrate!