Never followed the star <br />to show me the dark too bright <br />yet <br />it lamped silently <br />as mother gave her breast <br />to grow up <br />as a man <br /> <br />when this dialogue I uttered lonely <br />you kept yourself silent <br />no more your choice <br />except silence <br />to refuse longing <br /> <br />I could cry to show you the beauty <br />my heart knitted with no thread <br />of known paraphrase <br />but simply the charm ever makes me <br />bewildered to talk in solitude <br />I could cry <br />but sudden laughed with naughty desire <br />to make your fibre torn <br />to uncover the details a human body <br />specially the dilemma <br />a girl stands nude <br /> <br />burning the roofs of trecherous memory <br />under the dream dreamt many night <br />to screw a bolt <br />as though an ocean never could get its access <br />just to wipe out farther longitude <br /> <br />and then the star above <br />melodious stupidity told me alone <br />better push your paragon <br />to conquer the bead <br />of last cathedra <br />and typically find no excuse <br />to clarify words I never heard <br />but living as you live in the temple....<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystic-marathon/
