The Street Dustbin

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

My life pumps through
Blood animating flesh and
 lost footsteps of mankind’s all over the World
and the virgin Moon
bears scars of consumed heartbeats.

The melody of the lonesome tear

 From my blind eyes.
The stains on the face of a pensive prostitute

The lady in the streetlights.
The waves of the music echoing up at the shores of

A plastic city.
The citizens too afraid to speak out against tyranny

Carrying the banquet of the dead souls of the children

As they walk hand in hand.
When I wake up in the morning

Everything’s looking up.

Versions of Faith in the City
Dashed by morally decrepit 
Obscenity chokes dumb defense.
I like to talk to empty wine bottles
I thrill myself when the dead leaves rustle
I touch the life of a living rock
Playing  with the strings of a broken guitar
Run my fingers through
the smoothness of my scars
I merge the worlds of the living and the dull
I see them alive in the depths of my skull
Never have I ever thought incredible

How some can love me?
The taste that I can't bear.
 I think everybody knows
When something's banned

That isn't where it goes
A sign along the highway
To bear the memories-mismatched-truth,