Once Again Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Again, I am waiting for it,
The simplest thing that would
Help to make a simple tune
Leaving the black kingdom.

No, I have no choice to
Retaliate against them.
See! I own such an amazing chariot,
The Chariot of joy...,

I'm going to the bed of glittering sands
Where some gleeful words
Would play before these open eyes
Everytime I recall those beautiful charming days,
And I have no choice,

I have no choice
To enthrall the color of simple poetic page
In that dark fake kingdom
That just flourishes false praise.