THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Gazing upon your unwind Dreams Weary I am, listen, you, all those hearing me. Here I stand ahead, not with a delightful heart. In dejection I exclaim, pay back my sweat And all the span I bestowed for felicity. For your cause and the demesne, I strived for, So uniquely for the life that counts forever. The second I call with hopes to fare, Every nook and cranny in mind of trust, Even dispensed equally of my felicity, Not just for those old or young, even you In hope of blooming the soil I desired. But, all seems a waste of time and vigor, The thronos before me seems Armageddon, In the chamber it lies, a lackluster, so palish And my nous somber to see those younkers. Not just blooming like an aimless knight, With blur eyes, ‘cause they dig their sweat, For deadly fruits that hide in the flame. Look beyond, my comrades, and my head, Innocents were they, but traversed the limit. 44