Little But Arranged Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

little was that fossil
stretching its signs
looked alike that memory
once in a dream
saw my dearest voluptuous

little was that morbid flamingo
once from the map
winged on my fever
little all those things
very much little like me
which tried to reach
a dawn where dawns are over
to appear it again

if ask me why
a little string of undefined universe
obvious will show you
the no-earth before the explosion within sun!

Pranab k c
09/07/2015