Theme: Desolation

Mohenjodaro in Heart

And then the body loses
Wild euphoric fragrance.
The spring ends and the burnt soil
Somewhere cries in distress.
Somewhere the dust will raise storm
And snap some homes.    

Till the butterflies are colourful 
And the dreams are carried on their wings
Flowers too drift down the stream,
Free, boundless,
But into torn, empty beehives, 
With dust on their bodies 
The darkness will rest in their chest.  

A fathometer gets the depth of an ocean 
But the depth of a heart remains unknown. 
Only a Mohenjodaro remains 
By the river Sindhu 
Who knows what else must have gone 
And when since then.  


More By  :  Kingshuk Chakraborty

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