Living On The Edge Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Living again, at the edge of life by the pouring rain


Gripping the foot and mind, on a slippery plain.


Burning it down, the leaves of all hopes, by the morning Sun


Live on the edge of life- was the call of the gun


The thin line between love and hate


Divided the rule for deeds and fate.


When the wrong went right and the right went wrong


There were no lyrics for a song.


And all they could do was


Scream with the multitude


Showing biased attitudes


Scaring the very sanity of man


Imposing on him a total ban.





Then he drank and he drank


The poison and venom of his think tank,


To find, as a rule, he had to live and give


Himself.. like a slave of motives.


With a master's world and a whip of desire


Stinging into him like a fang of fire-


When he screamed with the multitude,


Throwing a mask on his attitudes


He knew he was now insane within


A momentary lapse of reasoning..