Shadow Poem by subrata paul

People are standing,
Behind them the sun is setting,
The horizon flashed with red
The stars come out with five ends,
Like the wheel of hell
In dim light.
The field is empty,
The earth is naked,
Village road rolls out,
Village river thirsty
The grass is green no more.

They are coming from the field,
smell of sweating I guess,
No arms they have
Inspite they fight togather.

Fight with empty stomach
Singing a folk note
They lift their head toward the sky,
Rain and lightning -God
The owner is the King,
Bowed down their head.
They are son of soils,
Feed the world for ever.

They feed themselves and their kids
They feed the King
Fight for the king
Hunt for the king
Breed for the King

It is the kingdom
In God's territory.

One day They do not return
They return next day morning
Every one ask '' where you were? ''
They reply- ''to catch a bird'

Everyone curious to see the bird
They point to the sky.
'It is the sun, where is your bird'
All birds melt in the sun,
And ashes are in the air.

The ashes have no sparklings,
It is the broken wings
And a shadow
On the earth.

The sun shines
Behind the God
As if stolen
As if hidden
By the King.

So no fire I see
so no shout I hear.
A shadow is visible
Like a compromise
Thin, transparent
Not like the obstacle.