SB (23-12-1965 / KOLKATA)

Waiting For The Last Ritual.

The rain with its cosmic eyes
Keeps knocking at the windowpane
Trembling with each steps
With all her secrets in every drop, one by one.

The evening was waiting for the
Magical secret manuscripts
For her readers. It was dark like prison cells.
Waiting in a row for the final sentence.

The room was empty with the silence
Of the graveyard, except for the legacy of my
Ancestral breath. Bit by bit.
Again and Again. Like the experienced leopards,

Before the final hunt.
Our time, Past Present and the Future aspirants,
Like the prodigal epics of beliefs
Is waiting for the last ritual.

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