Sound of Silence
– Manjit Kr Mazumdar, Guwahati
Within the depths
Of the acrita,
The misty silence roars,
Brooding on the conundrum,
Thoughts into the sky soars.
The blossoming beauty
Of the plantation,
With the precocious trees so fragrant,
Shattered hopes gets triturated,
Abyss in the sea of thought vibrant.
A nugatory sycophant,
At the mercy of a knacker,
The incandescence –
The gift of the flippant multitude,
The sporule-there
Being none to resuscitate,
Already crossing the pylon
Of solitude.