The Tune Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay
The Tune
Bloody seeds remained laid in the desire
Grazier skeleton at feet, smeared with dirt
Runs away, touch the tune of womb
At last in the cracked sunshine, it's left
The memorable sanchistup, the great war -
Some tattered words
The moist manuscript in the darkness
The notable temple is beneath the shade
The promising survival
Runs towards the morning sky, relentless
The intense desires, gradually, are broken and broken
Under my person, at the surface of too far sky
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5/10/2024 6:25:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The intense desires, gradually, are broken and broken Under my person, at the surface of too far sky...very creative are you in thinking and in imagining and expressing.. one feels sadness in real terms as we read your poem. tony