Till Final Bell Tolls
Witchcraft
A dark moth-eaten voice
Clinging to my splintered self
Where morning stretches to wings of abstraction
Above the rapids
Birds whistling
Fish shooting water rocks against rocks
Arrows and arrows halted on recreation
Horse lizards dance
Wombs pump babies
Into smiles
An wince of return
Remains alone in morose samovar
In the table of a naked prostitute trying the same manoeuvre
In the country where we call love
Decency of sex
Appeased
I will pause
Because I cannot bear to see
My brothers have brought me so far
My ancestors are asked for credentials in this brown earth
For women mothers of our tribes
Die before they reach childhood
They look sulky
Under-dressed aliens eyes dislodged
Pricks on bodies bleeding sauces on ancient past
Muscles wriggle like lost pythons
Sweating for hungry dust
I must pause
Above the rapids
Birth, living, death, rise and fall of civilizations
I must find a place where I can push through the living grass
Till final bell tolls
For the river I pray
For the bird I pray
For the sky I pray
For the tree I pray
For the mountain I pray
In translucent eyes I pray
Till final bell tolls
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2015
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