And ultimately a poet unsung
Leaves the world silently
And shatters nothing, anywhere!

The world snoozes in slumber and wakes up with eternal ennui
Trudging on beaten paths planets and the Universes revolve!
Waves brim all seas
Flora breed on the plateaus...and thus the scenes grow old & older.

A mute scream like a lump
Plugs into throats
When sons aspiring to prosper
Leave our homes without bidding any one a good-bye and
Daughters falling in love, just fleet away
Thousands and thousands board trains to earn their daily bread
Buses carrying pilgrims collide and crash.

New born open their eyes in an unrelenting commotion
Ultimately the dead bodied are made to rest on the chilled floors

The scenes: soaked in ample of acid and affluence of salt
Strangulate inside the poet
Like a fish breathing last strangles in the net unknown

Catalogs of thousands of strange sorrows
Threadbare flags of feeble hopes
Helplessness mirrored in millions of images
A fathomless expanse of violet pathos

Within his nerves flows a counterworld:
A wishful thinking
-Of finding a world full of love, set in order!

He was a speechless bird
A mute butterfly
A dumb honeybee
Away from his abode he is missing from a life that was

Once again
Staying far far from the clutches of corpse
The poet would once again feel
The secret tears of scenes peeled off
And
The world shall continue to nap
And wake up as ever before!