Victory Stands With Two Lost Hands Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

The lost voice will be lost for ever
As it is the time to carefully cover;
Meaningless lines will be composed
And the lost love will be proposed.

At night when your ever absence
Marks my mind a melancholy presence,
A silent voice would record a bright darkness
And cold fever be felt in clamouring calmness.

Nothing to say but only to note down
All the past presence in future's lone town,
The delighted sadness is sensed with mirth
The fearful joy of lifeless life gives a birth.

Within the maze of failures, the victory stands,
And the erased lines reunite the two lost hands.