Touching The Soil Of Earth Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

Now I can't find you either in the sky or in the dark
Depressed shadow of the planet
Has taken away the ancient dark and the sky
Where and how the language get stopped
The whole sky cries up
Can't find you more
In my lonely night

Unrest, unrest, just unrest
Inside the genesis, in the blood
Of this nebulous person, so much unrest
Can't find you more
In my lonely night

Lot of buds, exiled in our blood has been burnt
Expecting to be blossomed at the horizon
They remained in my substance

Oh! the helpless particles
Keeping the savor has died
Now with me
Their skeletons play at midnight
In the void of stars
The skeletons have no history
Nonetheless, he, for some more time
Wants to stay
Wants to stay
In known words, smell and spots

Knowing well that secret cries are not infected here
Coming near me, he sits
Touching the soil of earth, cries
Then, along the way of my village
Has spread to countries, far away

I forget
As if, something was to say to him
May be, it is to take me along with
In my lonely night, he'll be crying also
At the void of far-off stars