Saturday, 22 November 2014

Confession of a youth








Dr Sudhansu Dash



Not a confession but a question
The unanswerable echo of the hollow words
In the dense forest
Facing an intimate death in the crowded silence.
The dream of being stung together
For a moment
Cleaning the wings covered with dust
The hopes disappear in the distant horizon
Leaving me alone to live with my unjustified dreams
Leaving the signature of  a substantial fear
On my fleshy ego.
In facing a close approach to the mirror
In facing the shut up doors of flaming heart
The truth seeking mind confesses of
Just collecting the pieces of a shattered youth.

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