Me And The Man Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

the man arguing bluntly from the morning
many time I told him not I your peace
not I the heat to hit the target most above
the light where resides super imposed beauty
to magnify glory of creation life and dust

the man yet hopeful to help the harpoon
just before it pinning to himself with agony
cluster of sequence never raise before his death
the man more vacant with deepest his pretend
to trust any chief whom graved by night

a liquid tranquil the soul of nothingness
mitigating from morning to ask me a why
perhaps last a man seems to be asked
before drowning in the ocean of time and dark

told him many times you never meet your desire
never fulfilled the lust you felt to mistify
the moments of logging into long horizon
to lost the identity of human whom satan never choose
to flap the flags of eternal morbidity
the man simply arguing from decent to dirt
from achieving to unachieved
from fiction to affinity
and told him currently undone my proposition
for the hunt I never being haunted...

Pranab k c
06/05/2012