Till the time it raises you
Thine have no praise
My Google went along
As I texted the messengers of God
The storms that bit the crock
And the days were hidden behind nights
My love once told
At other times, not given
Tore till my even steps
And odd reactions
My facial looks
and juggling puzzles
till some broken pieces came along
and told harsh stories
my face was rubbed with dust
every night and day, sympathizing
my spirit and lovely clones of my heart
the venture of art and creative minds
till once told me the artist’s name
whoever designed the epigram of myself
to the winds of Howrah and beyond Hooghly
till once he told me you’re alive
some fortune came along with the twists
as I met my lord in shifts
the day was as vacant and painful
as the night whispered to me, love
my sudden full and depleted voice
heard people having amazing hearts
and all jingled up the queen of nights
for her, all being astray
the goddess Durga and
fevered clay.
“© 2024 Jaskaran Singh. All rights reserved.”
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