In Personal Tears

In Personal tears (Ratri says) Niladri got killed this morning. The social media is bombarded with news thread Observation and counter observation of the freedom of expression, THe thrilling description of the murder is on the social media My friendship with Niladri is an old one Niladri, whose poetic words could blow away all those rules of grammar And a flock of pigeons could fly along with words in a poem! Those flowers of words could sparkle in the milky white moonlight ! Niladri is a dead body now, lying Wrapped in a Kafan Waiting for the burial rituals. I wanted to hear the voice of Niladri in a deep darkness In the closeness of the dark. Those songs of the dark are trickling in personal tears For today and tomorrow, in receiving days and nights.