The Destitute Chaser Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Pranab k c
28/05/2014

the lost
when i found in the ditch
shivered with high
obligation
to dig its fathom

play began
at the moment of
purchasing
a pencil to draw
the spot
to return

lost is that parameter
every time
when the blade-edge
speaks of loudly
the loss of
sensitive drop
carrying Oxygen
and volatile misfortune
dictates
it's time mi'lord
take last observation
over the passion
you knitted bluntly
by your greedy paws

so and so much
bloody the thought
of dipping and digging
with last hound
the lost
lost by sudden sanguinity
of possessing positivism!