Unspoken... Poem by Atanu Roy Chowdhury

The known mystery of life,
Written with unknown words,
That ties
Every edge of lie,
That tries to survive,
From truth's daunted strike,
And, we lie alone,
Crawling on the cold stone,
With no word to hike,
So that life revives,
With the forgotten nights
-Of mares,
That still claim to hold
The so-called truth of life,
Which is as lovely as
The dreadful kite,
Fierce and naive,
As it dreams to live,
Through the mysteries of lie,
That bears no word, spoken,
Thus the mystery remains unawaken...