The Yesterday's Yawn. Poem by Subrata Ray

Yet, till -remains the confusion,
We promised to be secret sharers,
And gave the thirsty body and smoky mind.

There were trial and errors,
And no effort could conclude solution,
Wiping face, and wearing mask, -ran.

Dreams were there, as factories products,
Or rented hotel with appointed bell,
Beneath or behind an unnoticed cell.

Omnivorous were our vehicles,
Petrol and diesel from different stations,
And bubbling whispers, -yielded no results.

So what! Every tomorrow would be so,
Our dreams with witch and ghost's trickery,
Rise continuously, and yawning, -we go!