What Might They Find There
On brown sands of an uncultured river
In the burning sun rays of the primitive sun
Would lie in wait the sharks and crocodiles
Of the time when it was a paleolithic weaver
Of dancing carnal shadow of unclothed appetite
Towers of illegitimate light
This jungle scene one would come across
One who would peek deep down in my soul
And so it was until the angel emerged
(What is the human life except the lovely journey
From the molecules of hyena and leopard
To the milky foam of an angelic transcendence)
Stark greed in need of dense dark raw delight
In impatient prying plight day and night
Until you came in the form of an angel
(Are not you and angel in essence the same)
Refining the wild bison towards angelhood
Gradually but steadily come the cultural flowers
Comes fresh morning with the terrible trash gone, in lieu
Two shiny cups and a teapot in a lyrical view
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17/9/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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