BURNT
OUT WORDS
Amazingly
many words burn to ashes
Good
and bad times follow suit
Stream
of life in burning pyre
Red
flower tree sparkling in spring
Many
murmurs melt in heat
String
of words drop inside the nook of mind
At
this hour don’t know what to say in dark shade
Myself
is burning alone in silence.
YET
TO BE REALIZED
It
can happen
Yes,
it can happen
But
nothing emerges
In
the fold of time
Innumerable
insects move around
The
container is a rotten state
A
nasty rot spreading further and wide
But
look everybody maintains silence
It
could happen
But
it did not
New
birth in golden mould
Escapes
our dream.
Dr Anushna Biswas, Literary Critic, Poet and Feature Writer of The Indian Express Group of Newspapers. Also former Lecturer and head, Department of English at Tagore University Distance Education. Published eight books of literary criticisms, contributed essays and articles in The Indian Express Group of Newspapers.
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